crutches
crutches
holding us up
limiting our thinking,
what we thought was up
is slowly sinking.
crutches
fooling our senses
cultural pretenses
closed doors
and lost opportunities
trapped behind fences.
crutches
we can’t stand alone
so are we?
who made the crutches we depend on?
did we?
crutches
holding us down
limiting our thinking,
we think we’re going up
but we’re really sinking.

This one makes me think. “Morphine Moon” makes me feel. Your work works in me.