The Wall, surrounding me,
Was taller, bigger, higher.
Outside the wall were trees,
But I’m now just insider…
Nobody knocks to me,
Nobody makes the doorway.
The way, I use to live,
Leads back to Wall and nowhere1…
As reckless as I am,
My aim was jumping higher.
I wanted get to Them2,
But I was just insider.
The Wall’s up to the Sun,
Its stones are smooth and pressing.
I may be, need some fun…
Oh, yeah! It’s just depression…
23.01.2003
The Wall
© Copyright: Антон Ли Круковский, 2003
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