Are we all really slaves?
But to who?
Did we do to this ourselves?
It's so hard even to get out of our comfort zone
We are all neatly placed inside our boxes
Not even making space for any unknown
We are all tied up to a rope
Blaming it on life
Walking like zombies with no hope
Making fate our destiny
Afraid to change our path
As if this will maintain our sanity
Rejecting new directions
Afraid to fail
Denying our hearts selections
Attached to our past
And living it in the present
While life is running fast
Convincing ourselves that our box is great
And making it more cozy
By sharing it with a mate
It seems we are lab rats in a cage
Happy with food and water
Never wanting to turn the page
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