manufactured walls
Crafted  by power tripped minds
isolate  earthly gardens
any life to feel like an outsider
vehicles fit for five
clutter a neighborhoods gutter
yet  streets stay soundproof.
Its filled by the nights air
while i sit under freckled sky's
Gazing the Old stars
They consulates living proof
of how loneliness must be an illusion,
for we have more then enough hands to hold.
its a snake eyes roll
to keep warm without a friends smile
its a mine of fools gold
to bury all collected connections.
remedy your mistakes
by listening to the wise
presching under hair white as doves
they've felt the loud trembles of the earth.
But still i walk through beaten battlefields
some say angels help us fly
through double-decor destruction
i just think there's no where else to go.
do we just sit to watch all the colors, grooves and shapes collide?
constantly we   fight for a righteous breath
just to end up in the same place
We are awarded by victorious lies
but still i look upon all the trees
sprouting from the earths core
branches of solitude
idea-less leaves
and ask myself
how can the simplest thing
grant life to the dieing eyes.