Magic spaces

I stretch myself as far as I can go
doing what ever it takes
making what ever I want to make
but never--never fake !
Free of morals and a trampled heart,
enslaved by trampled parts.
Soap and mirrors washes away
the twisted reflection,
This lack of natural selection,
When nature was denied.
Justice lay down and died.
Reflected hunger tempts my weakness,
And, a tear rolls down freedom’s cheek,
Who am I to argue?