Oh what power you hold
What dance you create
Running running running
Fear leads out front
Grander fear looms behind

Trapped in walls of terror
What choice do you have
But to build a wall
A fort of safety
Quiet is now
Old age illness and death

They can not see us
We are not there

I know
One day no matter how great the Fort
How thick the walls
It will find me
The question is
What did I miss while I was hiding?

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