Closed walls,
For you, me, and a life so blue.
Denial,
Of, for and from all that’s true.
Hold my hand but don’t come too
close,
Sing me a song but don’t be my
tune,
Decorate my life but don’t be the
petal of a rose,
Slowly, surely, these walls will
engulf you.
Ask me not what you already know,
Don’t prick at what you know I
never can show,
Emotions, celebrations, sins and
sensations,
They run to the wall and are
trampled with a blow.
These promises they talk about are
theirs to conjure,
A magical reality is ours to
procure,
Dreams and reveries and secrets
shall rule,
But the wall will come back and we’ll
have no clue.
Stolen glances and sudden smiles,
Entering mellow thoughts and
breaking free,
Catharsis of a zenith and ebb of
times so low,
Ask the wall, it would know.
Warning you is as far as I can run
away from you,
Puzzling myself is as near as I can
come to you,
Shadow of a footstep is as much as
they can see,
Breaking the wall is as close as we
can be.
