I hope to be wrong

To be so, brings sorrow headlong

Up is down, black is white

Belief over fact, this is not right

In the maze of a lab rat with no end in sight

Kept in the dark when we have to have light

Loud speakers of lies hiding the science

Choosing to fear over defiance

Told to sign off, it was for the best

This choice, science says, may harm the rest

Scared and afraid, I will get the call

Slipping as fruit from trees, a windfall

Save my family, one and all

In is now out, short is now tall

Please no, I am not that strong

I pray to be wrong

my father will sniff the smoke 

of cigarette 

coming from that sneaky spit

of the partition that led to 

wall constructed with cover of quit

 why are you acting like this?

i will get into another room 

if you do not like this. 

but urge of family bond spent at day end moonlight only 

led me to create a wall 

although temporary 

form because

cigarette can make 

me drunk as 

the way i drink upon 

that flavoured smoke.