trapped inside a world the little boy is screaming the long road is streching out infront of his old sneakers. they choked him enough they deprived him his curling hands can strech so much forward into the air the cool wet suffocating air of loss. There wasn't much to learn There wasn't much of a way The People all had their own The ants on the cement each had a way a load to carry Dodging the sneakers. On his old mans bruised feet. Setepping onward Always Onwards Like The lord and the tool bearer. And the words, they filled the sky The walls climbed near eachother For the viewing pleasure of the boy. what he held was lost under illusion of support and the boy was lonely he was nurturing his own paws his medium rare wounds a step on the walls a step on the ceiling the boy was hysterical he was trapped.