Oxygen,
Eats at the shiny silver,
Surface of,
The newly built walls.
Patience,
Waiting for the empire,
To crumble into,
A pile of rust and dust.
Everyone worships,
These frightening walls.
Everyone but,
You and I.
Being special,
One of a kind,
Is supposed to be joyous occasion,
Yet my soul,
And smile,
Sinks to the ground,
To the very bottom layers of,
Rock bottom, bedrock,
I can't lift it up,
The sheer weight,
Cracks my bones,
And my heart.
Chip,
The dust can no longer,
Hold on.
It breaks off the mighty wall,
And collect on the ground,
Awaiting to,
Be swept away,
Hopefully by something,
Someone,
That listens and accepts them.
Grand and tall,
Reduced,
Little by little.
When metal grows old,
Rust coats it.
When mindsets grow old,
Sinister behaviour coats it,
Unable to accept.
It's our time to rise,
Grab my hand,
Lets push,
Bang,
The wall down,
It's our turn,
To shine.
Suppressed light,
Dimmed to,
Not be seen,
Under the depressing darkness,
Of starless nights,
Monotonous lives,
The wall shields,
All the colour,
And wildness.
It's time to let go,
Of old thinkings.
I no longer want,
To drape over my body,
Clothes,
That do not dignify,
My exotic nature.
Exotic and carefree,
Slammed down.
They're rebuilding the wall again,
Why?
We're carefree,
So be it.
The wall crashed down,
On its own,
Before it was even built.
