I'Ll Go Through These Walls Someday Poem by Saul McCandless

Getting down the stairs is murder
But for a murderer it’s easy
Don’t want to go outside anyways
Had my chance, my nights and days

Think i may go back to bed
Reminisce the rubbish that’s in my head
And when my memories are gone
I’ll always remember you as blonde

Arms in under the table
Please keep moving slowly
Gentle as the wind above me blows
Holds me down for the weeds to grow

Though someday, I’ll go through these walls
Soon my way, I’ll get the call.