Cement

If you would only get off of my chest I might breathe
Enough for broken rhythm ticker half-hearted squeeze
 
Pleasing the comfort of reached position you believe
Dependant upon trickery and all those you deceive
 
Easily led and with much less effort slaughtered
Self-contained drama centres beyond "I" not bothered
 
This myopic trance purchased by individualist autonomy
Divided and conquered no connection, no synchrony
 
Not a one to raise the flag or sound genuine alarm
Hiding in mental mazes to escape personal harm
 
Only words left now to assault these partition walls
Gather strength the few  hardened edge precipice fall
 
And stalled out engines no longer turn over
Safe to repeat same pattern cycles habit lover
 
But only if sudden collapse had potency to engender
Surrender of failing ways open invite abiding splendour  

Still seems everything is not yet lost to us
Need turn from fake wants answer honest must
 
Supposing life persistently finding alternate way
Turned off by the black and white now cemented in the grey
 
Quicksand sunk pressure building upon surrounding rust
The interlocking segments of slag walking all over us

- Brandon Fenton 2014