Walls, broken into stanzas

Mums neck’s not upright anymore, and bent over, she blinks

Thru her eyelids, watching TV, so spend Saturday night, her and me,

I text you

‘Cause you’re not coming out of guilt, don’t go down mum’s pathway,

Don’t let guilt eat you away, with answers from the TV and never say

How guilty you feel, ’cause guilt goes to blankness, please look away

From a future in simulation, an avatar of me before you felt this way,

From your illusion and reply, ’cause your reply is all i want you to say