Here I sit in a square shaped room

There I'll lay in a square shaped tomb

The entry way square, carved with squares

Square awards hang for victory in a circle

Square pictures capturing a round world

Square mirrors reflecting an irregular me

Square walls hold up a square ceiling over head

A square television sucks the life away

Square books imprison entire worlds

A square bed carved from an old oak tree

Square windows allow but a portion of the sun

Square cells confine like that of a prison

In a world full of colors like a prism

Beneath a dome, on a sphere I walk outside and it becomes more clear.