There is no answer here, in fact there is no question
Though to wonder is nothing new
Missing beats of my now again empty heart
I hold firmly to old lessons, past scars
There is no anger as life rolls again the dice
Worn down into this same position
I watch as life’s now empty moments pass by
And I will not wonder
Because the imagination of full dreams is long since awake, but unfulfilled
Instead I know that in today’s desperate escape
I am a builder
Building up again the wall
I long to tear down
So today to stave off new growth to this already fortress
I will clean off the old, I will dust off the past
Choosing no new bricks to stack
Hoping still to find the tools to bring my hollow empire to it’s knees
Watching, still somewhat standing, atop my wall
Thinking once you might still come
Now knowing you have gone
So I’ll climb down from my hope
Looking now inside, instead of out onto the landscape
For the tools to clean the walls
Build somewhere to hide
Just knock if you stop by~
(08.30.03)
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