New Winds

Walls hum static, the neon hums blue,
Their rules drip ink, but we cut through.
Chairs they won’t sit in, maps they won’t walk,
They build a silence but can’t stop the talk.
The cold air sticks, decisions don’t sleep,
A future bought cheap, a promise they keep.
New wind stirs where the old walls fall,
We’re screaming wild down the narrow hall.
Times tilt heavy, but the ground won’t stay,
We’re the shatter breaking yesterday.
Dust sticks to the floor they paved,
Shadows ache where the young are caged.
Their pens don’t know what it means to burn,
Our clocks tick louder, and the gears won’t turn.
The cold air sticks, decisions don’t sleep,
A future bought cheap, a promise they keep.
New wind stirs where the old walls fall,
We’re screaming wild down the narrow hall.
Times tilt heavy, but the ground won’t stay,
We’re the shatter breaking yesterday.
It’s not their scars, but they love the bandage,
Not their stakes, but they dig the damage.
We’re heatwaves cutting through static nights,
We are the howls they can’t rewrite.
A new wind rising, electric and bare,
Hands unchained, teeth in the air.
They can’t own what they’ve never known,
This new horizon, we’ll call it our own.
We are the howls they can’t rewrite.
We are the howls they can’t rewrite.
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