We build our houses to keep out intruders
to hold in our secrets
Our empires expand and once a barricade
becomes a fortress
We hide our eyes from strangers
we stare down
The cracks in the sidewalk are better
no prying windows on the ground
The American Dream is no longer shared
but stifled
No compassion for the lonely walker
or his trifles
No one cares what's on his mind
No one thinks to ask
I think I know just what crazy is
Crazy is just that
