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these walls cry out in shame bearing the weight
of the names written on them of those who came
from the womb and plunged headfirst straight into
the tomb of doom and gloom where quakes are the
shakes of a mothers tears falling at vigils and wakes
staring through the glass top of a round table
surrounded by white chairs straight through to the
floor I see clear wrestling with decisions to be made
texting but in need of conversation not small talk
holding my hand held device never had a role model
to give me sound advice I listen to the strong voice
inside of me telling me to go deep into the in zone
I’m like a thrill seeker my mission is to find and uproot
the make believer hunt it down and bring it back like a
golden retriever I have my ocean to swim and my own
mountain to climb I cannot wait for slackers or those
who fall because their backpackers I do care enough
to point out the way to you but I will not carry you there
I cannot stay here standing in the way of a new discovered
atmosphere I do hope that the sound I hear is not falling
tears because crying is not allowed here this world is evil
the only thing that can be learned by the people is not to fear
