I see many lines
going around endlessly 
some even pass me 

And with some effort 
I can come inside your walls
a pitch-dark feeling 

I had a small stone
and I broke all the windows
I was in and out

When I cross a street
I do avoid the manholes 
for no good reason 

Nature close to home
where I work my last few days
I forgot today

Every step I do
a level changes slightly
just open the doors

The first sun warms us
the yellowed shades get lowered
and we hide outside

A wall staying together
bounded by our time
and some imagination