Throwing Up Tape

Throwing up tape.
Putting down tentpoles
Trying to keep up the roof
Of these stifled ambitions
The stranglehold of giants
Crushes this windpipe of life
And the self aware notions
Of the useless savant
Gives rise to motionless dreamers
Immune to fulfilment of wants
Standing idle in condemned houses
Counting down destruction
Plastering convoluted solutions
Up against foundations settling into obscurity
Attempting to maintain functionality
With bouts of normality
Ignoring demolitions
Scheduled for futures too near
The charges strapped to unwitting casualties
In the reconstruction of tomorrows
Not included in these fantasies of dreamers
Existing solely in their heads

Too late for wonderlands
When triggers fill their roles
Still throwing up tape
Putting down tentpoles
The shouts never rise from the unprepared
The truth of ruination
Dies buried in the wreck
The night falls quietly
And lies to us all
The lots will be cleared
When these dreamers come to call