Perception Prison

If I was encapsulated
in a room with different rules,
rules that were traded for
an attempt to rid the world of fools,

What does that make me?
A fool or foolish?
One world with so many
little worlds scattered as they wish,

each more different than the last,
it all depends on your point of view
and how the die cast.
Luck and privilege separate me and you.

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