By Donovan Christoffer (bigsword@iastate.edu)
Date: 31 March 1998
The Wall
I've worked so
hard on this
thing for so long
And although it
might no be the
right thing to do,
it feels better
than the pain.
I've built my wall
up around me so
perfect, so strong,
so tall
And although it
might not be the
right thing to do,
it sure feels better
than the pain
Now you are here
and I wonder what
the world is like
on the outside
of this fortress
and my wall crumbles
a bit and I bring
out my mortar
and repair it
And although it
might no be the
right thing to do,
it sure as hell
feels better
than the pain
You walk around
the base of my wall
and I watch you
from up on its high
watch tower, I
wonder what my
wall looks like
from down there
and I wish to be
by your side and
my wall crumbles
a bit and I bring
out my mortar
and try to repair it
And although it
might not be the
right thing to do,
I'm sure it feels
better than the pain
I've been inside
here for so long
now and I've
forgotten what it's
like to know someone
and you run your
hand along the wall,
a gentle touch and
the tower trembles
and my wall
crumbles a bit
more and I bring
out my mortar
and I think about
what it would be
like if my wall
fell down and
I put a little
mortar on the wall
And although it
might not be the
right thing to do,
I'm pretty sure it
feels better
than the pain
Confusion sets in
and I want to escape
my wall and I want
to stay within its
security and I look
for a doorway
to the outside, a
doorway to you and
I cannot find one
because in my haste
to escape the pain
I forgot to leave
myself a way out
of this place because
I forgot how good
it can feel to be with
someone and now
I'm trapped in this
place that I've
created for myself,
trapped here, behind
my wall hoping that
your fingers will find
a fault in the joints
of my wall and pick
out the mortar and
tear down my wall
And I'm not sure
anymore what is the
right thing to do
and I no longer
remember the pain
because my heart
tells me there's so
much more and my
head tells me
there's pain outside
and my body longs
for your touch, my
heart for your
companionship and
the wall stands
before me and
I am confused and
I am scared and
I want out
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