Fate is a cruel monster.
One we face in cages seeking freedom.
Calling out for it like a false songster.

Time is a despiteful demon.
One we build cages around fearful of its escape.
Waiting for its inevitable treason.

Space is a wild ape.
One we lie to fit our cages but knowing that it will not.
Because it is a far greater shape.

Spirit is a plot.
A place will we built cages to lock away our souls.
Forever looking for that loss trot.

By MID