Re:Strain

I grow tired now,
novelty never appealed,
Starsi are watching,
and my fate sealed..
I break open the gate,
and I'm over the hill..
there's no time to wait..
there never was still..
you know it, I know it,
prisoners by will.
The walls are high..
that we build in the sky,
much higher and denser
than those we censor,
my knuckles are bleeding,
my knees are on fire..
and still no one noticed
me walking straight  by..