Wall

Brick by brick, brick, brick.
The cold stone goes on and on.
So perfect, so solid that it looks like a trick.
Never to be penetrated; the dreams past it, gone.

No; No! It is not true!

You jump, you fall.
You fail, you cry.
This barrier is much too tall.
Why do you even try?

Because this you can do!

Maybe, just maybe you can do what they say…
And maybe you’ll grow wings and fly over the moon.
It is possible; can’t you find a way?
You won’t be climbing over anytime soon.

All that stands in your way is you.

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