From within the borders

Watching him play with his rattle
Amused &;amp; tickled
by the sound
Yet when he speaks
A loud exuberance of
joy
Because it was pleasing to him

What
happens in this learning process?
Because we continue to say
more
The exuberance is lost
The sound quiets and
muffled
Society suffocates us with a
pillow

No one listens to us anymore
We take
to other forms of expression
We are screaming for our
lives
But instead of listening
You have to watch us
closely

Plastic beads inside of a big
sphere
The sound they make against each other
One of
our thousands of ideas
The rattle is our concept
We
will not shake things up though

We want to play it
safe
We loose who we are
Someone to dictate
expression
What is acceptable today
You spend your
entire life

Getting back to
carelessness
Getting back to ignorance
Getting back
to freedom
Getting back to bliss
Left with
responsibility

The greater good of
society
Which always seems to manage
To be the death
of someone
Take care of me
Yes amuse
me

Because I know too much
I can use so
little
It is so frustrating
My world was small to
begin with
Even smaller yet again