The Chocolate Box Stuff

The chocolate box stuff
travels to the big city
to light up the gallery walls
with it's sugary coating of nothingness
whilst I get darker
more involved
with rebels and their causes
Living on the edge of this,
the parapet of my existence
My claws grip the edge
as free will flies to free fall
And I escape 
I was not what you imagined
the reclusive, the harmless
in falling I sprout wings and talons
and the freedom to fight
The chocolate box stuff pleases
I do not care.


I might start a revolution
against the chocolate box stuff

It's easy to fall into it.