But Why Is a Brick Wall So Beautiful
Could be a herd of wild buffalo
The crunch of rocks crumbling from the cliffside to the ThunderDome
Now you've got your back to the scene
A beautiful sunset protracts the drop to find out you're free
Collect the sweat from your sleeve
Dust on your anxious reprieve
As the sound of thundering hooves bear down on what you believe
It's an image old as time
Find
Your back to a wall denied
Cry
Out in a mock surprise
Why
You've considered the ledge the whole time
But you know your back isn't to a cliff, fucker
Don't kiss if you said that you don't love her
Don't lie when someone is asking for help
And god forbid you ever consider an optional self
It might feel good thinking you can hang off the shelf
No consequences to the pondering of the empty as help
You think the void on the other side can eat your monsters instead
But all you're really doing is giving it all the space in your head
Buffalo running is for the brave, not the dead
So stop thinking an easy out is contemplating your own death
Then why is a brick wall so beautiful?
Creativity loves clear rules and hard mutuals
A cornered animal fights harder to flee
And a narrowed gaze proves much easier to see
But let's address the thesis and attack from the knees
Is all that open space really such a bad thing?
I know I used to view silence as a crime
But my skin is loud
And my friends, shy
Now I hope my silence lays like a fertile plot
A tall tree
Now fallen
Makes room for a lot
Crowded is the world
Muddy are its colors
But bright things grow
Where the ground gets cluttered
If a past me would say
When a tree falls in the woods
And no one's round to hear it then there's no sound from whence it stood
I'd have to question that
And really run it back
Cause if so
Then how's a piercing sun from new window
Make life from shade
Casting light in spades upon brighter days
Colliding with the blighted to write a rite of rot parting ways
All over that uprighted thing
Casting off a million shooting weeds and blooming sutured seeds
Protruding shrooms, putrid fumes, bug wings, and vibrant collard greens
A whole forest festival of death on this crestfallen thing
So who am I to say to steer clear of all that empty grace
To advocate for walls so tall and seeming out of place
How can one son
Convey to y'all to stray from outer space
Or to write an appropriated fable advocating nothing cold can stay
Kanye said
Don't take anything off the table
And how small am I
Even if I take up all this space and time
To disagree
And then I remember
What the fuck you have placed on the table
Optional
That's the word you're chewing on
Existence a check box to yes or no from anyone
You think it's smart to view yourself as pure art
Up for debate in the subjective viewers heart
With the desperate scrambling of ledge as solution
Confusing permanent problem with salvation through absolution
What we seem to have here is a misunderstanding of grandeur
Cause you stand there just punching walls till your hand's sore
A brick wall is.
There's nothing else left to say
And whether or not you are just isn't up for debate
It's not a meal on plate
It doesn't end just because you've closed the eyes on your face
So how the fuck are you God
You think with a wink a nod and the ease of rolling off you can somehow peel back the façade
There's no escaping a fact
A brick wall ensures that
And there's no judging something perfect that has no capacity to lack
To make it exceptionally clear
Next time you'd like to see change
Don't confuse progress with erasing your name
Because yes silence is good
But you'll never stop being
The only choice is when you stop seeing