We’re trapped in this thing
called life.
We’re trapped in this place
called aging.
We’re given a huge wide
world to roam
but the space above and
the benthos below
may as well be metal
bars as are
accidents, sickness,
disappointments,
and wars.
We’re caged inside this thing
called flesh.
We’re in armor from head
to toe.
We have this gift we
never requested
and some day it will have
to go.
We know not when or where
or how
because our minds are locked
in the here and now.
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