Little Boxes, little Boxes

First let's recognize the Artist Malvina Reynolds in 1962.

And I'll admit. The first time I heard the lyrics. Something moved in the air. Of energy. Throughout the iconic lyrics. What was Sung at a place in time. Was untouchable in the background was the music. Playing while life; happened in Humanity

And if you were to research the history. Rooted to the words. We'll all learn from the last. Of where we arrived in the presence. 

There is events that took place overtime. And it's the music. We'll remember. 

Why? Little Boxes, then.

And how how the song. After 1962. Caught up in history. Is where I found a time. To delivery a message on my Blog..

 The pattern of expectations. As the background is busy in movements. And the vibration of feet. Listen to the silence. And what is the loudness. Roaming throughout the earth. Is energy. That moves in noise & silence. 

And once we accept are deny. The truth will flicker the fire; in a lie. 

It's the way we prompt one another thought tangled words. For an emotional reaction. In a an in gravitated; space. Emotionally & Physically. We can't keep up with one another. At an equivocal pace. 

So what happens? Is Eventually times becomes a barrier between; delusional & what is reality. In between what may are not be at stake.

To be apart. Does not mean not together. To be in alignment. Does not mean; we're established. 

How not? In one emotional state. There is Deception vs. Acceptance. In between Denial.

Every where we go. It's symbols & signs. Words and sentences. Paragraphs and Paraphrases.

Then there is time. Floating through a space. Where energy moves freely. In & out of a blue print; of human beings.

We all got to face; who we are. As we question; who are we. Amongst each other. In humanity.

Weight appears to be on invisible; to the mind. It first had to be processed. In it's appearances. But in the physical all forms of weight,; is carried. In a state of heavy are light.

We're all feeding off the energy of one another. The truth is how much is enough. To believe are deny. Ourselves; what enough. If we could holding on the expectations; in more. 

Little Boxes, little boxes. Eventually they can be taken apart. But who would of thought. If we're so busy. In putting one another; in one.