Just a Wall

an empty wall lays bear Not a lick of paint Not a layer of wallpaper No floral in sight The wall is cold and still brick by brick it decays in each groove a layer of dust Dances in the breeze Not even cobwebs Nor the tiniest of spiders Have laid to rest Not upon this wall It is not a room No other walls stand by it Nor does a roof Just a wall decaying in rain Seasons come and seaons go The wall stands all alone Where did it come from? No one knows Where will go? somwhere below this lonely wall Standing empty and bear Faces come to see the wall they sit on it they lean on it and they kick it But no one knows Just how it feels Standing on its own sunrise to sunset Birds visit the wall They squeel and squak flitter and flatter but the wall stays empty still To you and me this may be a wall Its rough exteior is quite content The wall exits for no purpose But any existence is a purpose