walls keep appearing
am I a prisoner
  or the warden
am I protected
  or locked in
what's on the other side of separation?

    all of life has been
    a building up
    to no end
    but self-improvement is *******

under the preface of safety
my reality is circumscribed in fear
I've created freedom in my restrictions
but I am still shackled   .   .   .   .   .   to something
growth doesn't even feel good anymore
maybe self-destruction is the answer
a means of leveling out

        walls keep appearing
        but now
        I am taking a sledgehammer to structure
        I am mortaring every brick
                          until I am a flatland of freedom