Falling Through the Wall
September 5, 2000
Weeping, brooding, still eluding. Wipe your eyes fool,
These thoughts intruding. Lies precluding.
What are you doing, From whence does it grow?
It's spilling, it's gushing, No stopping the flow.
So long a stone like the bricks of your cage.
So long a stone take hold of your rage.
It's bubbling and boiling, have you reached the end?
Has the rend in your soul become to scared to mend?
Like silver threads they flow as you speak.
This secret so precious it flows cross your cheek.
And the mask on your soul now lies at your feet.
The masks, many layers, many years did repeat.
Why covet that mask as you did all your life.
And the stones in the wall of your cage that were rife?
Why covet that life, was it living at all
And the happiness sought was your end to end all.
Years of plodding along finding places to hide.
Years of hiding the you who was living inside.
Wasn't happiness there on the path that you strode?
Look around, life's a trip on the 'Happiness Road'
Then the light filtered through and the rage rose inside
To break free of the bonds you, yourself wove with pride.
And the rage rose inside to the rim of the wall
And the plans to break free became nothing at all.
Oh your plans to step through were so painful a gain.
Where are they now but locked up in your brain.
Plans so construed to remain standing tall.
You had planned to step through but you fell through the damned wall.
Time to celebrate the road up ahead.
Time to celebrate the life that I fled.
Time to celebrate. Though I'll never be free
For more doors lie ahead, but, don't I hold the key.
© 2000 Night.Owl 9/23/00