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Sep 2011
There’s silence outside the walls
And it’s something we don’t realize
Sound-proof they are
As unbreakable as they seem,
Inescapable they stand
In the way of all their dreams

I left the walls to meet my mother
At the doors one day
Only to find that she wasn’t there
I was left to sit alone,
Left with the openness of my mind
And drifting words carried by air

A metaphor of senseless drama
Isolated in pores of stone
And I just cross my legs
And laugh,
I know what they don’t

But pity is also sensed
For the innocent of the souls
I do recall being trapped in the place
Where all that surrounded were walls
There’s silence outside the walls
I know, but I’m still learning
When they finally fall
Down around me
It will feel like I’m earning
The ultimate release of
Everything I’ve ever come to learn
Among these walls
The silence falls
And time heals the burns

The thought is real and it’s alive
But physical’s just the illusion
So why is it that something
Materialized by man
Is the root of all delusion

It holds us back
Keeps us trapped
We don’t even gain consciousness
Of what’s beyond
It was in that day
I sat out there
All by myself in silence and solace
And true alignment and sun
That peace was reached

And the silence and I became one

I pity the souls enclosed in the halls
Among these walls
The silence falls
Mackenzie Johnson
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