Life in a box

All that we know
is never the puzzle in the form of complete
All that is granted and taken for certain
is mostly hopes and dreams not yet familiar to our understanding

In this box we share only lies we have hidden
in this box we confuse whats real for expired beliefs
in this box we share smiles and mental lapses
in this box we live like we are fake but expect the world to just agree

everything we promise seems to dissolve when we are flying
what comes out of our mouths is our alter egos gaining access to our heads
when its to late we realize we were using propaganda to gain pleasure
the next morning always comes with regret that is always better served cold
guilt is the reason we think then shake our heads in disgust
Anger is the torture that causes sores to form unwanted
then we cry and relive it all again

In this box we share only what is crafted
in this box we confuse with whats right and whats insane
in this box we act like we are the reason life is bogus
in this box we forget we are crafted to turn our heads

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A good write, thank you for sharing. debileah