A convolution of illusions
a mirror of houses
you can touch
But you can't look
home is where the heart felt
the window of opportunity
is not as it appears
theres no door for
opportunity to knock here
Examine the picture
the landscape rocks bare
backyard is cinder blocks
jungle of concrete
gated community
black metal fences
grass ain't greener
on the other side
it's just pretending
Artificial turf
intellectual property
constructed
on top of dirt
priceless
nothings worth
Building
a million stories
No won's heard
Wild cattle famished
Tragic loses perturbed
I gather
well rather disturbed
Collective incidents
Between the cracks
Inconspicuous
You had to observe
For the eminent
Collapse may seem
Absurd
A Foundation built
Upon a house of words
Could stand and withstand
As far as we've known