Harvard Night Introspect (Walls Vs. Bridges)
Harvard, at night - You still sit on the lawn
with the weight of both structures alive in your arms
Rachmaninoff's tears turning black at your hips
The counting of friends on your five finger tips
Sawdust and poetry, building the wall
A thousand feet wide, a thousand feet tall
Running for life times, for miles, a span
built in your introspect, with your own hands
Frailty and friendships locked into the bridge
Braided in steel as you reach and you give
High above mountains and high above land
all this entwined with the stretch of your hands
Still in the dark, on the lawn, as you see
a friend walking toward you, no shoes, and it's me
I'm a reminder of one bridge you've built
This effort the same as brick walls made of guilt
We span interlocked over oceans for miles
Stronger in steel when we reach during trials
Bent but not breaking, leaning but locked
Bolted in faith made of granite like rock
You are a thinker, musician, a muse
knowing that bridges or walls you must choose
Harvard night introspect, weighting the skies
burning Rachmaninoff tears in your eyes
In an instant you build the bridge, swallow the land
as you rise to your feet you hold onto my hand...
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