The Movement Of Growing

It's the press of the bodies
That maddens my mind
It's the scream of the doorway
That compels us to find

It's the slam of the metal
That guards us from weight
It's the promise of laughter
That's shouting out hate

It's the scratching of ink wells
That pushes me down
It's the crash of the paper
That causes a frown

It's the tapping of plastic
That produces white
It's the crying of others
That starts all the fights

It's the movement of growing
The scares me to death
It's the screech of the warning
That takes all my breath