I sit all day
and wonder why
Do these walls
ever watch the sky?
Do they ever
see the light?
Or the darkness
of the night?
They’re just there
Standing tall
without a hitch
Nor do they bawl
Always stoic
Grim and bold
Never minding
heat or cold
And then I wonder
What’s really under
Is it as it seems?
Do walls have dreams?
As time goes by
you can hear’em sigh
wear off a little
one jot or tittle
And as they do
they crack up too
A seed comes by
From a bird or fly
A weed then tickles
From cracks fickle
And so the wall
Tries to call
the weeping girl
wrapped in appal
Shows her the weed
That grew from a seed
As numb as a wall
Has hopes so tall
The girl looks up
To the walls setup
There she smiles
her horrors un-pile
Kisses the wall
And stands up tall
See what I mean?
The wall was seen
its dreams came true
Amid the rue!
I sit all day
Not wondering why
do these walls
Needn’t see the sky
They have their days
And cold nights
Always there
through fits & fights
Never complacent
nor grim or cold
And that is how
Stories unfold.
