Laying them down, brick by brick
Building my wall and bracing my fall.
I am never content nor fully satisfied
Iam always quick to turn around and wait.
I build my wall as if to protect
Only to realize it protects not and simply heightens the risk.
When the happy seems in reach,
When the satisfaction is around,
When everything seems prepared to move forward,
The unexpected walks in, grabs my heart, throws me to the ground and leaves me waiting.
So I lay more bricks to fortify my wall,
Expecting another blow that could leave me wondering...
If only that which I want would want me back,
If only the wrenches never tried to losen my grasp,
If only the wall protected insted of allowing me to falter and wish only for darkness instead.