Are you meant to keep things out
or in?
Do you mean to protect me
or them?
Distort the reality my eyes absorb so to
block only certain parts, geometrically
and consistently,
forcing me to change my position so to
collect the full picture, all the
information?
You are the firm stance to which I must adapt
and yet, I can do better than you
for my arms can travel through, above
and below you
and my body can travel round.
You can only keep so many things out
and protect me so long
until I no longer need you
anymore.