walls, nice walls..
an architecturally sound, safe and secure surface
where doubts are discarded
and fears are lost and all is happy
wall, nice walls....
and fences and hedges and 3 car attached garages
a cozy, bug free paradise
and a fat mortgage that suffocates our choices
like prison
to confine quiescent denizens
near the Wii and their tassimo
ramparts to hold all that is beautiful
perfectly landscaped and well organized
a place to collect things and save them
just in case
walls, nice walls...
the same surface to hold beauty out.
and after time, truth becomes untrue.
and all that surrounds us is our stuff
while all the while...on the other side
we overlook
the muted song of soft rain over vast fields
the sound of hurt....the feel of pain
the blacked out voice of authenticity