I sit, the middle being my friend.
Four walls, four walls, and they speak,
saying I’m trapped saying I wont breath.
Their eyes! They grow, they pierce,
they read my very lips that crave freedom!
Four walls! Four walls!
Your outstretched arms pour out
stitched dementia that craves me…
But I’m content for just a second
as I take a mere look at the door…
Four walls! Four walls!
Don’t consume the door!
Don’t talk to me! Don’t kill me!
Leave me… Leave me!
Four walls! Four walls!
Your hands abuse my being,
your words are muted by nothingness…
Four walls… entrapped by you
is the destiny that consumes me…
Freedom is the myth that keeps me living,
freedom is the desire that hooks me
to the fabric that will destroy the boundaries
of inequality and numbness.
I wish, I just wish, that the fabric
would tear down the four walls
that mute the thoughts of change…
