Hands speak.
Eyes question.
Mouth is a void,
chilling in its absence.
Ears open.
Mind full.
Evade the frog-march,
no predilection.
Thinking for yourself
is not a thing.
Programmed from the beginning.
Have to dash your head,
or dose your kind,
if you really want
to change your mind.
Hear the notes,
but lag on intonation.
Dance is deaf,
a skilful mimicry,
merely just a mechanism
for survival.
never heard a melody
in your life.
How do we get you
to the point of escaping?
Safely pull you out
the other side.
Not sure you’ll live through
the breakout.
Most don’t make it out of here
alive.
It might be better
if we just leave you
in your skin.
Blissfully trapped
in your illusion.
There is only so much we can do.
If you want to be free
you have to choose.
To be broken.
To be afraid.
To be awoken.
To be changed.
To hear the music
for the first time.
To feel with your skin
and see with your eyes,
if you make it through
alive.
DJR – 2023
