Boxes are an invention of society
And because human nature is fatally prone
To the drawing of lines and the taking of sides
In an instant the ignorant ego decides
Who someone is when nothing about them is known.
We put people into boxes too easily.
There’s us and there’s them. We can feel comfortable
With some people but with others we would prefer
To keep at a distance. There are those we can share
Something with but with others we don’t seem to care.
We must learn to not judge a book by its cover.
What’s to become of us if we’re just unable?
There are those of us with many chapters and those
Just starting our own stories. There’s the well to do
And those doing what they can do just to survive.
There are those with the goods and they want to deprive
Everyone else of theirs. There are those who are true
To their higher selves and through their actions it shows.
The continuing drama of human affairs
Is unending. The time that we take to sort out
Everyone on the planet can be better used
For reflection. The ego is always confused
About others and itself. It’s fettered in doubt.
Stay in touch with the spirit within you who cares.
