The Wall
Here's the exact truth the way I see it.
You can't live your life
while trying to forget it.
Things don't work like that.
I can't imagine moving on until
I have gotten over. The high wall.
We built it together, and you promised
to boost me up but then you were gone.
So I must get over it by myself.
I guess we didn't build the wall together after all.
You just provided the bricks. I'm sorry.
Where is that rope? I will get over it.
I don't want anyone's help; this is my wall now.
So I'm sorry if that has ruined your plans.
I'm sorry if it broke in two as I started to finally get a leg over.
It crumbled, came crashing down full of dust.
Like Berlin, the colors danced in the flames.
It came down as I came over.
You can't live your life while trying to forget it.
So remember it all, in the back of your mind,
pictures of walls that you have gotten over.
If they don't exist you will have gotten nowhere
but if you look back you will never see the next one
until you're backed up against it, being pressed hard
into a wall with fear in your eyes and paint in your nose
and dozens of walls staring back at you,
reminding you to shut your eyes and just do it.
You can't live your life while trying to forget it.
