Go talk to the walls;
Doors won't open up.
Bang your head on the walls;
Walls won't open up.
Go climb up the walls;
Ceilings won't open up.
Why walk out the door,
When theirs won't open up?
Why walk out the city,
When fields won't open up?
Why walk out the world,
When thickets won't open up?
All is closed on the last day,
Another morrow won't come.
If space is the final frontier,
I may as well be nothing.
At least it does not lie
Of being anything else.
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