• Us all the Same

    It is a cube.
    Us all the same.
    No one is mad.
    No one is sane.

    We look for a path,
    a sim'lair way.
    We want to laugh.
    To sigh. To say.

    Oh, drone,
    drone of mindless all.
    We all grasp the ceiling.
    If one lets go, we fall.

    No one makes a sound.
    No one dares,
    to move a muscle,
    to land upon the ground.