These Brick Bound Boxes

these brick bound boxes fill this equinox of smart headed people of these independent achievable people critical analysts of this 21 century ready to be presentable to the unmighty smaller population of antisocial teenage children willing them to be not to be free, but inside these brick bound boxes that fill the human intelligence with total literate irrelevance to who we should be to who can be ultimately like them filled in these brick bound boxes with mental instimulance of a mix of lies, creation and motives see, I don’t have a problem with any of them just these brick bound boxes that hold them hold this unforgettable willing mind of someone we chose to leave behind in these brick bound boxes that encompass first the mind and then the soul but who wants all this control? society can speak of a whole. an incredible strong mental image of how life is to be-- within these brick bound boxes. My life isn’t based in these brick bound boxes but it soon will creating a song of the monotone dead longing to be passed on from generation to generation but can't you see can't you forget that this is not who we ought to be unless we need to spontaneously combust in this equinox till it metastasizes catastro sizes to an everlasting dust even you must ought to smell the musk. So tell me, how do thee? how do thee live with these brick bound boxes filling up every empty not-yet-set concrete whole implying of who you are before you could even have some kind of control over yourself its swept under the rug. no biggie, you're just a kiddie no actual value to this reality yet before you can buy alcohol and I’m someone to sound big I just don’t want to fill these lonely brick bound boxes where the death of every living will cease to be a beginning in this equinox of the everlasting dust, so do you must, live in these brick bound boxes?