Repair the world,

pull off the patterned papers.

Leave the walls all bare and empty,

no toll, free entry.

Welcome to the end zone,

Leaves fallen, trod upon, 

whisper of discarded dreams 

as they crack 

under your weight. 

It’s your world 

Behind the walls, 

behind the fences. 

Behind the perfect, 

the imperfections. 

Swallow my pride, 

I am not