If perception is organized relatively
and one’s perception presupposes their reality,
then it’s safe to say, to a certain degree,
that we’re locked in cages yet still remain free.
It’s thoughts like these, quintessentially, that
make me feel like Schrödinger’s cat;
a placebo of paradox to dissolve all your facts
leaves you starved by semantics yet philosophically fat.
*Malaclypse the Younger