-----------------------Tell me what to do,
Society,
----because your neat circles
---------are tying me in

---------------------------knots

Do

Nothing.

-----straddling two worlds-
--------one I don't believe in,
which is all of it,
-------------------to
-----------------------many

"It doesn't make sense."

You don't make fucking sense.

The cages
----of ages
--we've developed
-------enveloped
---our arms round
----------------to greet

--golden cages-
-----their bars
--------------glimmer
like neon
--------in the darkness

---encaging
-------engaging spaces
of inertia
--------and ticking
------our lives away