how many hours have i spent

staring at the blank white ceiling

while, outside, the raindrops rushing

to meet the earth collide with leaves

and sing a sweet, soft lullaby

despite this, i lie wide awake

my weary thoughts refuse to rest

all of my friends, they seem so sure

of what their place is in this word

that god is watching them with care

there is, there never was, the need

to step outside the cage and ask

why they’re being told what to think

by something that might not exist

but is it better to be free?

or maybe ignorance is bliss…