Outside the Walls

Of little consequence are plans,
Chalked our for a future that doesn’t exist,
The meaning can never be found outside the walls,
In Ether the essence,
The lines on the palm can’t be read,
Distrust them,
The neat little boxes,
In which we pack our lives,
Unravel, unfold seldom make sense,
Choose order over chaos and there is a price,
We tie our hands and beg for release,
Suffer in comfort and lust for peace,
Walled,
The spirit unbound is born of zilch.