Paper Walls
You start sprinting through life,
running freely without a fear in the world
Each time we fall and scrape your knee we run through a paper wall
sure, a paper cut can hurt you
you might end with a few scratches but you keep going nonetheless
And you continue to sprint through life
gradually the paper turns to cardboard.
and it's harder to get through the wall to continue the life you are living
yet still doable and you live on
at some point in your life
You could be any age
the cardboard turns to bricks
And you crash full force and you feel the pain in every part of you
You can't go over and you can go under, and the wall goes on forever in every direction
The wall looms ahead of you, the only way to go is through.
You start to think about things as you chip at that brick wall with your fingers and nails,
Calluses covering your hands and they no longer bleed because you know what.
You're used to it
Those paper walls were really nothing compared to this
No amount of practice could have prepared you for that moment
So you weren't ready
but would you ever have been?
The open wounds turn to invisible scars as you keep marching on
walking you hold your hands out in front of you
Weary of more brick walls just waiting to shatter you
it took a while to glue yourself back together
These brick walls have become a blinding normality, just another thing to add to your to-do list.
You try to forget the pain, as you chip away at those brick walls. Shoving it far back into the deep depths of your mind you continue as if your happy. But your not.
Soon you make it to a fork in the road
One leads to paper walls while the other leads to more brick
You choose the brick wall because a paper wall is clearly too good to be true
for your blood wasn't the only thing you lost the day of the first brick wall.
