If youhad to live inside a box,
And youcouldn’t go outside to play,
And liferevealed itself as suffering,
You wouldn’t know another way.
If youcould meditate inside a box,
And cometo terms with existential woes,
You’d seethe pointlessness of craving freedom,
And then ascend to the next Bardo.
You believe that it’s wrong, that freedom is
Diminished when immured,
As if to say that we don’t share that fate.
Could it be a kind of liberty to have
One purpose in life,
Even as a morsel on a plate?
We're justlivin’ in a bigger box.
Do wehave any right to claim we’re free?
Our soulsare captives in this worldly prison.
We live and die so the worms can feed.
You believe that it’s wrong, that freedom is
Diminished when immured,
And that might be true, in the here-and-now.
When you’ve seen it philosophically,
When your spirit has matured,
You’ll lose your faith in the myth of sacred cows.