These Days

 Another day is done,

Another night has passed.

And we go on still,

Ants in a cardboard box,

Fencing the same perimeters,

Fighting the same old fears.

Sometimes we fight and scream,

Sulk and accept, cower and submit.

Then come the adrenaline rushes,

We charge to proclaim what is ours,

Reconquer our lost territories,

Go to war with our nasty demons,

And thump our chests to declare victories.

Then the slump and back to realities.

Circling in boxes that don't budge.

And we collapse happily in the dark.

And we dream of hands that set us free.