The Wall

The Wall

I just go on and on and on,

beating my head against the same old wall,

thinking I must get through,

there must be something on the other side,

something better than this side.

At last I've broken through,

and as I poke my battered head

through the hole I've finally made

in the cold, dark reality of the wall,

what do I see? A new beginning?

A second chance? A better way of life?

I see nothing but the cold, dark reality

of the other side of the wall and some poor fool,

beating his head against the same old wall,

thinking he must get through,

there must be something on the other side,

something better than this side.

There are things we should be born knowing,

and some we should never find out.

Perhaps I'll try again, a little to the left this time.

By Edwin Chauvin III

Tags: Habit, striving

Post Date: June 2016