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