Victims of Our Own Confinement
We decorate and gild our cage
Make it nice and decorate
The confines of our own entrapment
The bars of our own restraint
And we focus so much on this
That life passes us by
And we see nothing but this
And do not see we live a lie
Imprisoned within our own minds
Unable to escape
Because we lock our own cage
Then we throw away the key
And become victims of our own misery
Do we not see
Are we asleep?
It's a nightmare not a dream.
Copyright © Fauxcroft Wade | Year Posted 2018
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