Poetry

Facing a Wall

Facing a Wall

Looking straight ahead with grit and grace.
Still why nothing seems in sight?
Sun is shining right above your head,
Still, nothing is visible. Why is there no light?

Something is fishy, something must be wrong,
about the way you stand, even though so strong.
Not just how you stare would make it work,
How would it click if you’re with the throng?

Doesn’t matter if you hop, run or crawl,
So far as you’re up again each time you fall.
Just need to ensure the route is right,
And you’re not just pushing, while facing a wall.


Photo Credit: geralt

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