The Great Wall

THE GREAT WALL It’s funny and this is true Years ago, I thought hopefully of being locked away I envisioned more of an institutional setting Nothing to do but roam in my robe Fingertips lightly brushing the sterile, white walls as I go No responsibility No need to even say a word There’d be talk of Crazy Sachs Staring into space, wandering wordlessly Much of this has come to pass The walls are green and I’m a bit more verbose But there is that talk And not much is asked of me besides being seen not heard I offer this anecdote For it is the second biggest example in my life Of the difference between fantasy and reality Novelty fades fast Occasionally instantaneously Expectation begets exaggeration Excitation leads to exasperation All in all, between dreams and evil schemes should be a Great Wall Mine was more an invisible fence I passed through and was aghast to view the consequence Slashed through thick vines for a sick crime I was them first two pigs Dicking around with straw and twigs Unhinged when the wolf blew in hit bricks because the walls were too thin You can’t always get what you want But if you try sometimes, you might find What you want isn’t what you get once it’s got Now you have to lie down in an unmade cot Ruin, subvert Cause one to hurt Feel lower than dirt That’s it in a nutshell Just swell I’m in a jail cell Bars make for a fine wall Look, not touch at all Plan how to build With my unskilled Hands that killed Nearly