Data Blockers

Fix, myself
In a box
Put the corners to blame

In shame
There are people
Who are paid to make you safe

Dreams on rotation
As it plays back
All my fears get their frames

Expanding
On a wall that
I have put on display

Mute what is left
Let the feeling
Drain out of your chest

Impaired, distorted action
Data blocked
From your head

Fix myself
With my own hands
Do not accept any help

It's a Trick
A trick question
When the answer
Is the trick itself