Inside These Four Walls

A struggling fly in the cobweb, a mutter of disgust playing on the tape
Water leaking from the cracked ceiling, no words to heal the wounded feelings Fears hang on the psychic clothesline, while I remember the words that sent a chill of apprehension down my spine.
Pictures of the past knock on my door, while I try to find my lost libido on the floor
All those days that I try to forget, all those moments that I love or that I hate
They don’t make sense at all, as I wonder what is happening inside these four walls.

The dying hopes are seeking a safer place to hide, while my dreams are committing suicides.
A woman inside a cozy bed talks in her sleep, a misguided teenage boy wants to think deep
Tears roll down old granny’s skinny cheek, making me feel sorry for her that she is so weak
And a drunken young man tries to remember his lost pals, as I still wonder what is happening inside these four walls.

A learning child lost in commotion outside, sits by me with his eyes spread wide
“Are you having fun or is there anything more you want to learn?”
The violence he sees on television makes me wonder if he is having some kind of confusion
Or the baffling chats among the elders around him that produce no solution
Finally the things start to make some sense, the child is yet to grow up to feel his own presence
Inside these four walls of doubt
Where the dreams and hopes die, emotions fly, love and affection arise but no one can rely,
Am I stuck? Or am I thinking high? Am I expecting too much? Or am I going to die?
I shall rest.
I shall rest.
I shall get out of these four walls, watch the world outside before my heartbeat stalls