This poem is about the recognition of the unreality of the prison we built for ourselves.

We built this prison
that never has arisen
a phantom of our making
blockade to our waking

So selfish a desire
burning inside like a fire
make it into ashes
until it finally crashes

Out comes the great pretense
with a stone wall of defence
it cannot be penetrated
no matter how much it is hated

Throw it into a pit
no, you cannot submit
there is no escape
should I just amputate

This joker of ours
counting down the hours
to our final resting place
lost without a trace