Against the Wall

It was the cash out

I was a renegade

I was self-made

on a tirade.

but it was not today!

the walls burned down

in the home we made.

It's now a fixture

of the future

The wound that never heals.

 

Where did we compromise?

Why is there motion?

what is this ocean?

There's a solution!

Remove illusion!

Let the walls burn down!

in the home We Made!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't practice.

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