Diorama

The walls are watching me
But I am watching back
The notes are writing me
The words are speaking me
The time is spending me
At least in my protected world
The facts are doubting me
The choice is making me
The rules are breaking me
At least in my protected world
And I belong to everyone
Content, polite and waiting
I live and die in theory
I'm what the gods believe in
The fire is lighting me
The seas adoring me
The path is finding me