Walls
every handful of days
something switches
no longer satisfied
with the world i built
all around me
what i see
is not
it is not
it is not what i want
to tear the walls down
make them blank
to look at the destruction
it’s so clean
i don’t want that anymore
but maybe i will tomorrow
another day
of my mind
tearing and rebuilding
rebuilding and tearing
maybe i’ll look at the world with my eyes first.
maybe that will let the warmth come and stay.
maybe i’ll look at the world with just my eyes today.