A wall so tall,
over many I crawl,
but this one seems final.
With face against I stand,
while sinking deeper in sand.
I feel canned, by life I’m banned,
at this crash land, nothing more at hand.
This wall, it’s screaming.
My life by dark skies redeeming,
nothing more happens, but dreaming.
It all seems unseeming, away!
My will is streaming.
What dod I do, to get out of the blue,
at my feet, the sand, it does chew.
I do need a breakthrough,
or else, just snap in two.
This wall, it’s so tall,
against it, I feel small,
to crawl? No, this one, is final.