There once was a man who did live in a flask;
The light which he saw looking up was all he
who couldn't be bothered to question and ask
could ever perceive: It was all he could see...

To wonder and question to him was a drag;
The light which he saw was to him like the sun-
and to ask or to think- an unbearable snag:
It meant to give up what to him looked like fun.

His own little world was his womb and his dome,
and leaving it was an unthinkable fate:
"The universe outside my own little home
is something for fools- and it is what I hate!"

Oblivious of the world outside his own,
he spend his existence without any care
while ignorant bliss was all he had known-
an ignorant’s life he did live without dare.

And all the while he never noticed the flaw
which he kept ignoring while living a lie:
The world which he knew was all ever he saw-
but never could rule it, until he would die.

The knowledge of what is inside your own flask
is never enough to control your own life:
To know what is outside is what you must ask-
Or else you'll be ruled, in a world full of strife...