Why do we dream these sad dreams
In civilizations of fallen empires,
And heroes of baseball steroids?
Can the TV set deliver us from the boredom of the box?
Can the living room substitute,
The ferns and forests of this earth,
Whose wood was dried against my box-house life?
Is there a circle beyond this earth?
If I roam out of my box,
Am I still not a prisoner in this grand fishbowl,
This windy sky and ocean land of earth?
Am I not just circle living?
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