Fences

From womb to tomb we are all alone... Merely interacting with other vessels... We stay busy with our repetitive, mundane jobs... We are slaves to the green paper that sustains us... We are all ghosts in shells meandering through this few moments we have... Trying to make sense of it all... Trying to be civil in an uncivil world... Maintaining massive books of laws and regulations... The leaders keeping us safe because they care about us so much! I watch the cows from behind the fences. Are they behind them, or are we?