The Prison I Found

Like the woman,
And like the Man,
The child in between,
I found a fortress,
With the highest walls,
Darkness sewn in its seams.

Its Fear and Hatred,
Blind curiosity,
Driven by its makers,
Sloth and Apathy,
Greed born,
A imperfect pie to bake,
That is.

Its function fails,
In the end,
Nothing justifies the means.
For the world was born,
To live in it,
And nothing is as it seems.

If a design is protection,
Imprisonment is the flaw,
And if the world is Logical,
The flaw is ignorance,
To right these wrongs,
What we need is only but the magical.

Impossibility is cause,
To the twisted and insane,
To work the magic,
Brought about to cure those inane,
And Pointless,
Rituals of Rain.



I worked pretty hard on this one...See if you can figure out the riddle....

"There is only a fine line between Insanity and Genius, only marked by success and failure."
Albert Einstein.

ISA