Inside

Between these busy walls
of self designed algebra
full of heroes and being 
in the moment, our world
cracks and pops.

Here we control the dwarfs.
They paint and write, take pictures of 
objects, they steer what
fits us like a glove.

Outside it's different
Outside the giants walk.
Rigid tie-wearing giants,
that want to mold us, give us
assignments so we can give 
them products.

They travel every weekend
to the emperor, a cyclops
and kneel for his empty gaze,
marked by profit.

We rather stay inside.
The dwarfs are volunteers.
Every weekend we celebrate
all their small creations.