Stars, Stripes and Crack Pipes

We are going places
Only to return
To never quite enough

Down the street
With a wheel stuck to my arm
I went

I need a place to travel
And a body that's not an imposter

"I'm all ears" sayeth the lord

Into a secret room
With a mute pencil
I dived
Could not survive
The tyranny
Of that dimly lit
Cracked
Wallpaper skin

Ask her if she's real

"No" she will tell you

And that's the appeal