Saturday, February 14, 2009

13

you, there, wrapped in your gilt-framed cocoon
did you ever wonder what it cost
to stay locked inside that half-empty tomb?

you, there, blowing rings into the air
did you ever wonder what it meant
to sit laid back and unaware?

knock open
knock your
knock eyes

i'm waiting here to break you out
out
no more

2 comments:

anonant said...

Some people prefer their prisons to the world. Very dark stuff here kiddo.
peace

cargwaps said...

i wrote this after listening to a few "elitist" friends trash the concepts of activism and critical thinking.