The walls are closing,
Nearer they come
By the moment.
Content, we are confined.
Our cells, not made
Of iron bars
Or icy stone,
But belts wrapped ’round our minds.
We are blind.
There is no light
Here. And we lie
Dumbfound, for ‘no thought’ is our crime.
“Feed me.” They feed.
“Teach me.” They teach.
We crawl and beg,
Receive and believe. There are no lies
When truth is found
In other’s eyes.
The choice was ours,
We gave it up and freely came inside.
