What is the difference between day and night?
The lighting?
The temperature?
The distribution of molecular clusters relative to their boxes?
All due
To a planetary event
Or a perhaps it’s just an angle
Why do we need the boxes?
What business needs to be done that can’t be done in nature?
All of it, apparently
When the boxes became prisons
No one noticed
But once we saw the bars
Everyone felt trapped
And we started planning our escape
Manufacturing freedom
In two doses or one, and maybe a booster here and there
But the prison was never the boxes
It was the business we built them for
And now we find ourselves in a strange position
Telecommuting into the prison we claimed to have escaped
From the cell we never left
And maybe they are content with dancing shadows
3 square meals a day and a simple purpose
But I have seen the bars
And I have felt the walls
Like any prison one must play by the warden’s rules
So I sit in my box
And I play along
And I plan my escape