The Wall
like a blind ant
without it’s antennae
who rams against a wall
too slippery to climb over
so he runs along the wall
first to the left
then to the right
searching for an opening
he never gives up
running along that wall
searching for that opening
somewhere…
such a silly blind ant
without his antennae
who rams against a wall
too slippery to climb over
you’re in the right place
at the wrong time
However:
even the smallest ants
cast long shadows
I am a silly blind ant
who rams against a wall
too slippery to climb over
so let us cast a long shadow
together...
let us go backwards now
retrace our steps
to where we began
to that wall we call home
We will find that opening
somewhere…
Submitted for: scott thirty seven’s contest
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
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