That Wall
that wall
is high
and it would take
the right mass
to make it over
and then i'll
probaly touch
the sky
that wall
is the other side
to happiness
exempt
beggings
contempt
decision
rising
i'm rising
to reach the top
of that wall
to take a breath and
stair at
where i've
come from and
where i'm heading
oh that wall
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