31 Days of Poetry {day 24} i wonder

i wonder–
if we spend our lives
wrapped up in ourselves
never escaping our prison,
would it matter
if we knocked down the ivory tower
built and crafted in our image
would we know how to live?
to breathe the air outside,
to walk through the cobbled dust,
to help another escape from her prison?
i think–
we would just start building
again.

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