Railing Bars

Railing bars
Stretch across definitive lines
Almost outlined in black
Separating bars from that behind
The lake
The water
The sky
It feels fake
Beyond the bars
A symptom of green screen
Superimposed background
Tricking me
Convincing me
I’m somewhere that I’m not
Is this all a show
Trapped behind the lens
Like poor Truman
Not free to live my life
As I deemed it to be
Stripped of free will
Confined to the soundstage
Living one day after another
Just as the director wishes
Unknowingly following orders
Marching to another’s beat
Never knowing
The microscope watching me
The facade surrounding me
It all just works out
In the end
Or so they say

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