Feb 04, 2007 21:43
Limited.
Full of restrictions.
Boundaries.
Barred windows.
Locked doors.
Conducting the orchestra from behind a wall.
Music coming through that doesnt match your hands.
You can't rule over what you can't see.
I wish I could rule over the stars.
I wish I could weigh how much I'm worth through the amount of friends I have.
Through the amount of scribbled notes I've received, and love letters I've hung on my wall.
I wish our mouths would say what we type so well.
I wish we didn't live our lives as though we were watching them in the theatre.
Every minuted calculated, down the exact pauses between the words.
Camera One to the left, Camera Two pan up.
Every move we make is watched, filmed, captured, framed.
Too afraid of what we might become if we stop being afraid to make a false step, speak a wrong word.
What happens when everything goes away?
No limits.
No restrictions.
Boundaries broken down.
Bars taken off.
Locks broken.
When is it time for us to become who we are, and not who we're all trying to be.