A World, Poles Apart

Tonight, the walls have listening ears
A symphony of sounds from our drunken years
A thought as well, in its makeshift wonder
Will be most inaudible to a mind of clutter

I will pass among them, unspeaking but bold
Thoughtfully and faintly wishing,
For a longing I once hold.

But now it is three passing minutes from 7:02
I feel like I have been everywhere,
but still haven't got a clue

Wrapped inside my head, in its chilly progression
I find myself stalking the cracks of its weak foundation
Like tracing paper walls from sun's processing light,
I gazed out an empty glass where my wholes divide.

I created this world, many poles apart
From the breaching resonance that of my only heart.
Who am I to deny a love re-written?
Who am I to deny this life I've been given?