Only the boldest admit what they can't defeat.
Every liar says what they really mean.
It takes a conflict to agree
and the darkness before we can ever truly see
(that this is all there is to see).
I'm not convinced so I leave with my camera in my backpack.
You confiscate my proofs, but I need them back.
If these buildings could only breathe,
I'd tell them how much they'll never ever mean to me,
with their permanent stare.
In my mind I have a desire,
but it's devoured by the flames in the fire.
I tried to exist like I'm anonymous
but it just wasn't worth it.
Only the strong will say I'm weakening,
but the weakest ones can't speak or request anything.
And if a criminal needs a cage,
then I swear we're only ever really half awake.
So close those weary eyes.
Capture and develop this.