What do you see, when you look around,
the walls of your cubicle? is that what you see?
Raise yourself and look around
the vast space filled by the clicking and clacking crowd?
Go beyond, look again;
the blocks of brick and glass,
stretched where ever you see.
Look again, beyond this,
Yes! there is a horizon;
that is the limit you can see.
But oh mortal, believe in this,
Its not a wall, its not a crowd,Its not a horizon, until you define!