So easy to learn.
A pot filled with water, placed upon a stove
to warm up and
waiting for the whistle to blow,
pour it into a cup. This way of life,
Stuck in this room,
with no others
with no exit, there is a window it is a reminder of something.
But is not an exit,
it has become a mirror
of oneself. Day by day,
the mirror has changed. How does one simple thing, change an individual, so drastically. Is the window lying to I or is it the sad truth of the model?
Simple is not peaceful,
This task has become the opposite. What is the opposite
Stuck in a box, with only tea to drink.
This simplicity is madness
or is it madness is simplicity.
At its core is both
mind and soul.
I will not admit this is the truth
It is better to believe in a lie,
Than the truth. Choose to leave or to stay in this place
it will not make a difference in the end.
We all will face this dilemma and embellish it.