In my defense ,
I'm not building this fence...
trying to keep you out ,
I'm walkin around ,
The same patch of ground ,
Retracing my steps ,
To cypher the sound ,
Remaking the mess ,
While Making the rounds ,
Hoping to hear
A familiar pound
Walking around the same patch of ground
hoping for sound ,
And reason.
Walking around this familiar ground
Hoping For change and treason