Silver paper on metal fillings

Those ideal minds will always find a way
so let the sunlight through this open door
and ask the morning birds if they will stay
for I have travelled here and wanted more

than coins and smiles that pacify the poor,
in liquid times we drink and swallow pills
they keep my calibration at its core
and minimise reactions of free will.

With rope and spike I joke away my life
climb high to steal what others feel today
and hope that words will not become a knife
that cuts away the ribbons from this day.

Stay still as hands allowed to touch me
drown all noise inside my silent sea.