
Nature and beauty is oversimplified,
in a world inhabited by pixelated people,
obsessed with making boxes and squares,
who have no time for any of life's dares.
So much for thinking out of the box.
Is freedom what we truly created?
Streets are long connections of Mr. Rectangles
who meet and laugh at their entrapment;
their perfect constraint of those persons,
who cannot comprehend whispers behind cement.
Buildings hug them in gentle congratulations,
while they grasp each inner desperate object,
revealing a dreadful outdoors of disarray,
so invigorating nature they might forget.
The roots of the trees break through structures,
thus deemed as pests they are ripped out.
Meanwhile spiraled trunks boast arms,
beckoning and reminding us of our essence.
Easing the rigidity green sways fluid in the wind,
creativity blossoms bursts of colour and abstract design,
and is sturdy through the harsh elements
and steadfast before our time.
I observe moving and stationary boxes
cutting through the city like bugs
to move fast to another rectangle
to spend time in a boxed-in world.
Box to box to box.
Questions: from where does life spring?
In this world, where do the colours begin?
Where do elements and emotions sting?
From where does fluid creativity ring?
Be silent, don't disrupt normality,
don't dream of a rejuvenated reality
(and if you do you'll the feel suffocation
of society and its squared segregation).
Segregation from exploration
and contemplation:
how to save this nation?
We need to release dreams,
before they are buried,
with the final box.
About the Creator
Sophie
If we are the universe understanding itself, then let's write our best guide for it!
Me: I am just an introverted dreamer trying to distill convoluted thoughts into words.
My writing: attempting to delve deeper into human consciousness.



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