Delusion Of The Architect

I assume now that freedom of speech Has been drowned, at least watered-down Unforced passion is nothing without Artistic expression, a failed ego-state How does it feel To stand with your back to the wall? The wall that you've built You keep trying so hard just to catch the light And you draw while you defend your rights Those blisters are spreading fast on your lips I swear that I've seen them before. Your eyes might be swollen Your wings are not broken Your service keeps going Still not building a grey box As you plan, draw Set your plans on fire Delusion, delusion A notion of failure