The Frame

We see the world through a frame
Pure and bright
Awash in faded hues of grey
Starry nights
Celebrated with oil and paint
Loved by bristle and sponge

We see the world through a frame
Told what to think
Told to feel everything
Blissful nothingness
Emptiness of the soul
Computed by the beliefs of others

We see the world through a frame
Governed by none
Loved by all
Sunlit skies
Celebrated with love and warmth
Envied by all

We see the world through a frame
Wooden panels protecting us
Keeping us from the knowledge
Fighting for peace
Hating for love
Killing for the freedom of our souls

We see the world through a frame
Pure and bright.