Walls.

All three of them I see

Whenever I look up

I see nothing but walls

Turn around, and again I see

The walls, that block my sight

Is there a way I can look beyond

Is there a way I can break them down

Is there a way to climb over them

These walls that cloister me

Is there happiness that lies beyond

Or is it a life more wretched out there?

Is there a world in the wild open spaces

Is there a living I can make out there?

Painted white in glossy shades

On one side an orangish blaze

All the colour and snazzy hues

Do nothing at all to be my muse

Is there a way I can break them down?

Is there a life without these walls

Is there a freedom I do not know

Imprisoned – by these walls around.

M. V. J. Simon 2013