Take a Flying Leap

Take a Flying Leap

I jumped
out of
that self righteous carton,
ran screaming
through the briars
and brambles;
nay sayers
and would be prophets
caught their
priestly robes
in the cutting thorns,
turned their blood
into wine,
and crawled,
intoxicated,
back home.

Outside
is where
all the answers are. (think)
That box has held us
far too long,
it shrinks
constricts breathing
and thought,
and imprisons
fertile minds
til nothing grows
but the killing weeds.

The lucky few
escape the confines,
grow deaf to the bullshit,
and listen to their own,
unique voices.
It is better to step
outside the box now,
than to wait too long,
and be inside
forever.