The Wall…

Art by: amity

There is something about you;
it feels like the morning dew,
awakening my soul.
It draws me to you every clock tick.

I try to reach it
but I can’t touch it.
I see you reach out
but you can’t feel it.

There is something about me too;
I guess you don’t know it yet.
I can’t figure it out either.
All I can say is it lives in me.

Don’t try to find it.
Don’t try at all.
It is a part of me you’ll never know.
We’ll just pretend it doesn’t exist.

There is something about us;
We love, we laugh, we live in dreamland
but for the wall,
ours would have been heavens made.

Shall we break it?
Can we change it?
Shall we scale it?
Shall we pretend it exist not?

There is  really  nothing  about  us;
It’s  just a dream, a beautiful  dream.
If only I could sleep forever…
Then this wall, ‘reality’, shall be broken.