I am entombed in this concrete world where houses rise
They appear overnight it seems like monuments to no man
Only a case in which to place, contain him
Your world begins and ends here he is told
This is usual, normal don’t wish for escape they tut
Scold you as a child for your naivety for even thinking
Imagining you could want anything other than this cage of plaster and dust
Showing you only to what you will return one day
Dust, earth a piece of something carried on air
Shut yourself inside, or enter the gardens of highest fences
Everything but barbed wire not as its billed to keep someone out
Remove the scales from your eyes
It is there only to keep you in the little allotted box
Break the walls down, smash the fences to splinters
And scratch your fingers with just one so you know you can still feel
Escape the institution you were placed in and carve your own way
You can do it. You can do it. You always could
Stop the walls from closing in.
Ailsa
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