These walls will make me slave away, no matter what I do. These walls hold in sheer smarts and wit and yet still, they stand true. These walls will make me envy them for never giving in. I want to be like a wall, always knowing what's going on and knowing what has been. Forever here and standing strong, no matter what you do.
But maybe if I tear them down, smarts and wit will escape. Freed, they'll fly aroundlike wind. The thought of it alone makes me quiver, for they will be replaced. With love and instinct, natural elements will make my heart race. To run and jump and scream and shout, joy will be unpreventable.I too will be freed to fly where I wish. Flying likeing like wind, finally untouchable.
These walls will make me crazy, no matter what I do. They hold in my ambition and my heart forever true. One days these walls will crumble, as will you and I. Us and our material objects like walls will be forced to part. For the only things everlasting are the wind and the feelings of a human heart.