Is change the only constant?
or are we our own captives,
caught in the same frame.
afraid to experience new things
outside our daily routines.
How random can you be
untill even that starts becoming
predictable?
You can only reinvent the wheel
so many times untill
it doesn't even roll.
Shouldn't we be
reinventing the box instead
of retracing chalk outlines.
Our limitations are endless.
Self reserved reservoirs flood
the conscious.
Remember when reality was a dream;
reachable.
A galaxy without a black hole.
A sun with no shadow.
On the other side of the looking glass
there's a world, half full...