This joy is so fleeting
This feeling so passing
All I can do is wonder  
Wonder without asking

Because the world has no input
On the strength of my hate
On the hours spent mourning
Too happy a fate

When my hands struggle to stifle
A mouth that won’t stop saying no
When my brain calls for action
But my body won’t go

Until that joy burrows once more
Like a parasite under my skin
A foreign treasure
Stolen again

Then my mouth moves too fast
To answer its calls
And my hands are kept busy
Tearing down walls

To be built and rebuilt
By an enemy brain
Until I wonder once more
If I’m going insane

But I cannot ask
About these things I can’t tell
So I imprison in poems
What I dream I could yell