where do lines begin
and boundaries end?
I sit here stuck
on the wrong side of nowhere
ensnared by the rhetoric
spewed out by fear
if the lines are my enemy
are the words my peer?
But I am not your friend
I am just a man who knows how to feel
I am on the mend
I can't quite tell if this is real
is it real if I create it?
is it real if I can feel it?
are these words turned violent fables?
that I made up in my head
in my paper fortress
following me until I'm dead
just a seamless fabrication
or somehow answers to my own questions?
I guess I’ll see when all this ends
In the mirth my mind exudes
when it has been set free
there’s no more paper
no more pointless speach
no more boundary
nothing holding back
my thoughts escaping...
back off peer
I am on top of this
back off peer
ignorance is bliss
back off peer
only I can save my soul
back off peer
I can do this on my own




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