Trap (a little poem by me)

A cage inside, a cage outside
so emaciated our world
no room to learn, to expand and understand
so easy to trap with superficial demand.

Feal free to say, feel free to do
in a pre-conceived idium
true freedom compressed
true reality transgressed.

90 percent left alone,
10 percent restrained
Morality is subjective
existance, a perspective