come out. we have you surrounded

Everyone's world has them surrounded. We all breathe in and out the same stale air from our bubbles, bumping and popping against each other. Locked in a transparent cage, waiting for someone to come along who can see the walls. 

Everyone's life has them taken hostage. No one leaves alive. We all rise and fall in the rhythm allowed by our captors. Subject to the whims of a million tiny wins and losses, we scratch at the edges, wishing for heroic rescue. 

Everyone's universe is shrinking. Despite the science, we all know the collisions are getting closer together. We feel the wreckage building in a wake we drag behind us. Each impact brings us closer to collapse. Someday, we'll reach the moon. 

Someday, we'll break the mold. 

Someday history will reveal who we really were. Our best, and most accurate self. 

Our bravery. Our courage. Our strength. 

Someday the truth will come out. That we would have been better if it wasn't for this tragic little bubble. We could have been bolder if it wasn't for the fragility of this tiny little cage. If we weren't sure we would break it forever, we would throw open the walls and fly away. We could be the demolition of facades. We could wake our neighbors from their hypnosis. We could help the other hostages escape. 

If it wasn't for this fragile, transparent little life. The one that has us surrounded. The one that so carefully built itself up around us while we planned our next move. 

If it wasn't for life, we could all really be something. Someday.