The Image & The Reality Poem by DM W

Do you know we embrace
The image not the reality?
We say we're free,
But our freedom's prescribed.
We live in the shadow lands;
Blind to the sun of original design.
We are like prisoners in the dark:
Carving idols out of stone;
Creating images on the walls
Of our ' civilized' caves.
Culture keeps us safe; keeps us warm.
A magic lantern box of tricks, flickers on
Perpetually, to keep us entertained.
We are living a lie from day to day.
From the cradle to the crave,
Everything here is pure fantasy.
It smacks of deep repression.
It is a gross denial of self hood.