Cube

Looks can be deceiving

Books can be misleading

Infiltrate the center of the cell

Interrupt the commerce routes to hell

The city scape is esoteric

Our truth is multilayered

I don't care to understand it

Enchanted by a threshold I'll never pass

Surrounded by uncertainty

I can't relax

Hypnotized by mirages

Near my cubicle

Devoid of propulsion

Disorienting synchronicity