“Is there a way out?”
“Is there a way out?”

Everywhere I turn
walls stand
blocking.

“Bulldoze one
and make your way out.”

“But aren’t there any softer options?”

“Then you’re in love
with the walls
and
there’s no way out
as long as you’re in love.”

“You’re crazy.
Can’t I work out a compromise
with the walls?
I mean, a big window
on each of the walls
and
a door too
if one of them agrees.”

“Of course
you can
and
go out and come in
as a sane corpse.”