We don't see the world as it is, we see the world as we are
That's the ox to be tamed, I'm subject to desires
Physical reality is pain, physical form may be a mistake
Trapped within animal bodies, yearning for a chance to partake
In the confines of this vessel, I'm ensnared,
Trapped within the black cube, my mind impaired.
Perception warped by the chains of my own design,
A prisoner of flesh, a slave to time.
I claw at the walls of my own consciousness,
Seeking liberation from this endlessness.
But the black cube tightens its grip, relentless and cold,
Leaving me trapped, a story left untold.