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The Other Side of the Wall

Are there trees beyond this wall? Brighter suns?


Sweltering through shade, I am left alone


Tall grass sees past bleak stone bricks, but I don’t


Keeping my soul apart from my true thought


The wall evolves into buildings, cities


I stay old and decrepit like a tomb


It watches my grave to keep me under


Smiles and points through its hideous wealth


I started building a door to get through


But the wall had friends, they teamed up on me


One wall after another, I was blocked


Locked in a cage I built, that I can’t leave


I make peace with my walls, found my new home


Where I imagine the sun oozing light

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