There's a Hole In My Wall
There’s a hole in my wall, a beautiful wall,
A hole that’s made out of stone,
It’s where I live, beyond this stone hole,
This hole that’s all that I’ve known.
This wall, it protects, it shields the world,
Buffering from the insane of my head,
It seizes all those thoughts that are flung, are spat,
It censors the ideas that are said.
And this hole allows the world to know,
It allows the world to stare
To see the small bit of my mind
While the rest of my mind’s elsewhere.
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