inside a jar

We live without boarders
Lifetimes in lifeless suspension of conscious
We weave tales of discovery
To fill gaps in the absence of recollection

And we abstain from reflection
Because the truth hurts absent from the life
Absent is the mind that lives care-free
From emotional debts and empathy
Free to craft tales and divert misery

The curse of the human condition
Resurrect and introspect
Fine lines and rough shading
The essence of that which conflicts
From the reality and all resemblance
of being inside a glass jar