Boxes of Thought

Folder: 
Mindscapes

 

People are not property

A mind cannot be sold

The human soul is unmeasurable,

Worth more than a body's

Weight in gold.

 

Categorizing each other,

Attempting to fit into

The tiny boxes that we

Believe are true, 

Stamping them with labels

And shipping them to 

Far-off lands, places

That we make up 

For the sake 

Of others.

 

Definition is restraint,

Controlled trains of thought

That veer off the well-worn tracks,

Crashing into established dogma, 

Collapsing under the weight

Of the world.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I forgot where I was going with this, so I'll just end it here. I'll probably re-write it later, but it's mystifying enough that I'll post it for now.

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