An Enclosure

Confined in box they might be,

Not me, and eventually not she,

See there is a stigma in society,

A way to interpret that we are free,

We live by sets of rules that in turn,

Trifle with our imaginations.

Picture having a lock on your very own brain,

The very thing to society that keeps us “sane”.

How can a group of individuals know what’s best for us if they don’t even know who we ARE?

They can’t, therefore they guess and we pay the price.

Protection, let’s shelter the world from pain.

Creativity, let’s force the world into education and then down them when they aren’t creative enough.

We live in a glass box, a box of rules.

But I’m a writer, I’m an engineering physics major, I’m a photographer, I’m an outlier, so I decide what rules I live by,

I am not confined.