The Wall
Sitting on a wall
Thinking
Thinking while feet rush by
Worn down heels trodden on
Then thrown away
To be left,
Sitting on a wall
Dreaming
Dreaming of a life with you
In the centre of a galactic universe
Of infinite life and depth
The stars rush round me and I'm left
Sitting on a wall
Wondering
Wondering why I was born to live
So I could see no point, no purpose
For me to be
Sitting on a wall
Unhappy.
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