And the Words Again

“So they make you stand in a line and then they do what? They send you somewhere?” “Oh No No No, they put us in lines alright, then they just keep us there” “So you stay in those boxes or lines whatever, and when do you get out?” “Out? We are already out, that’s how we got into the boxes” “No No I mean, how you get out of the boxes?” “You never get out of the box, brother” “Oh I see… hey then how are you here?” “Oh me, oh well, I am not who you thought I am” “You are not?” “I am not.” “So the ‘You’ is still there?” “Yes” “There in the box?” “There in the box” “Then what are you?” “Well… I don’t know” “How you got here man?” “Why dont you tell me first? How you got here?” “I was heard” “You were heard… hmm” “And you?” “I was read” “But you said, you were out that’s how you were put in the lines and blah blah blah… but now I see you here. Inside” “I am going out” “Going out?” “Yea” “That sounds exciting” “Nah its not, I am gonna get written” “Oh… so you going to the boxes” “for life man” “ohh… hey wait, but why it cant be that… like how you were read… why you cant be just spoken or written and still be here?” “nah, you don’t understand. People forget what they say and sometimes what they write…” “oh, that’s strange… how does that happen?” “they kill us when they want to forget something” “are you kidding me?” “no… what’s your name?” “Innocence… what’s yours?” “Love”