The Weight of the Puzzle

I forget sometimes

Life calls for one to be free

Such is the natural condition of any other animal

Why would consciousness hold humanity back?

The force of life itself, 

the only distinction between us and the wild

Is our prison bars

How can this be?

How hath humans enslaved themselves?

Money has bound us to suicidal cubicles,

Solitary confinement, retribution for humanities collective greed

In a broken society

We must put together the pieces

To build, ground up, from a puzzled floor

Never quite knowing the picture beneath us

Until we’ve built up to the sky

Or have fallen underneath the table,

To be swept under the rug.

Either way, what the puzzle reveals

Amounts to no significance in the end

For what it reveals

Is not the bigger picture

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