Tentative

The basic tenets of our

Existence is hypocritical

We are not our bodies

Nor our skin, bones or senses

Gender, height or width

Not even our mind or heart

Or the substance-less-ness

Of indoctrinated beliefs and

Completely made up ones

Accepted to suit our fancy

Habitually formulated as

Cell blocks in a maximum

Security prison self guarded

With nary a chance to escape

Adhering to the warden’s rules

In hopes of an early release

Though the rules keep changing

Still, solitary confinement is

Completely out of the question

Which ironically may be where

The key is…. to unlock the cage

Or perhaps we are just a

“Ghost In The Machine” or

“Spirits In The Material World”

“There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution

We are spirits in the material world

Our so called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it’s the rhetoric of failure

We are spirits in the material world

Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it’s something we can’t buy
There must be another way

We are spirits in the material world

Are spirits in the material world…”

 
– The Police