My life lies behind concrete walls-
I stare blankly into the dim-lit room,
Where I sleep at night, where I dream-
And the bed cracks, there is a racket, and the walls fall.
I live in a shadow-
Appearing out of the darkness I seek to appease-
My enemies, I lie like an unseasoned thief,
To get what I want.
There is a madness so exemplary-
I hang it on the wall, and it does not fall-
I rest it on my shadow and it bring light-
It lights up all my room with a longed-for morning light.
I live in a disastrous fantasy-
Things seem real but they are not;
I understand the call to break the wall-
To tear the shadows surrounding me a part-
I look like a fool to the sane minded,
Blinded folk that live today-
I splurge in the madness of my reality;
Delve into a united mystery by night, and dead picket fences by day-
I live in a world of concrete walls, and to escape I see no way.