It's tiresome here
we'll say it candidly—might single-handedly
press our fingertips in those soft spaces
above our eyes, under the bone, push through
until
pop!
and out they'll slide into the palms of our hands.

We're tired of ourselves
we'll put it plainly—can't help but insanely
desire to escape the prisons of our heads
free ourselves from us, let the confused things be
and then
crack!
they'll find a way to disappear altogether.

Each of us a walking prison
we'll just come out—what's this about?
cause brick by brick by brick by brick
our flesh and bones keep in the sick then
someday
poof!
a jailbreak threatens public safety.