A white glossy cube is what defines my world Chained away from others for their own safety and they say am safe Bright Buffy walls to cushion my acoustics for they know am noisy Creepy metallic chains all over the floor, am I that violent! So in my lonely cube I scribble Decorate the void and give it a life These walls speak I resurrect words that give life to the walls My home is warm The family is gathered We conversed Do we need to move? The house is getting smaller You call this solitude I know it makes me solid in a cube Solo and in gratitude for the earth mother Soliloquy and monologue are my only friends We seat at my board table Able to change the world outside Retarded? No, am taking a break from the true retards in society I’ll chain them with the tools on my floor These walls will voice my speech Am tired I need my sleep The family will give my peace Leave and tell the world about me These walls speak; the scribbled word