Thoughts of the True

We aren't people anymore,
Only animals living in a
contained habitat.
When will we learn to grow
and mature? Perhaps when
We are laying decending into
the ground.

Let us see what is written
on our roof. The stars tell
us what to dream about.
Let us walk our halls with
our shoes off. The ground
reminds us that we remain
upright.

Let the heat pass between us,
natural feelings exposed.
On this earth we're not people,
just animals refusing to evolve.