There is an ennui in the air confined in this fine wooden box
This large wooden box encasing the air surrounding the humans
Loose enough not to suffocate, sturdy and touch to withstand the rain
The box warps the space, the flow of time, and docks under the freedom to move
Whispers of doubt, of pride, of fatality lurks under the shadows of the box.
When shall we be free from this cage?
Only when we mute the whispers in mind and break away from the gravity of oneself, we might taste that sweet freedom.
5.8.2021
Ralph with Coffee 