The box society

We live in cages of our own making
boxes created
maintained

Once we look besides the walls
around the corners of our eyes
Colours we see... aroma's we smell
blending new colours—bouquets
like fresh breath born on the wings
of the
wind

black and white not fusing to grey
transforming to patterns....
paintings
of
lively shades of
black and ...
whites.

When we share purpose, our hands will lock
Breaking down walls building
hills rising ...
towards the
stars