The Garden Before The Wall

 

I have tried a thousand times to be better at this.
I keep telling myself, you can do it.
I guess that is what everyone tells themselves.

I have travelled to places that only exist when my eyes are shut.
I guess we all travel to those places too.
Maybe we are all the same after all.

I was tired of putting things together.
They kept falling into space.
Like puzzles waiting to be glued in place, sometimes a bit of a disgrace.

I found out that I could be really good at something.
I found out I could really be bad at something too.
Fate or Choice? You tell me.

I then imagined a different future.
For this land that we shape to fit our lives.
But then mankind became a thief of kindness, patience and everything divine.

I was once a kid. I still wish I was.
To smile effortlessly at the faces of this world we live in.
Now everything is turning blue.

I have travelled to places that I have imagined only when my eyes are shut.
I guess we all travel to those places too. Yes. We are the same after all.

I was tired of putting things together. Then i realised I didn't have to.

I found out that I could be really good at something.
I found out I could be really bad at something too.
I made a choice. Bad can be good.

I then imagined a different future.
I still do. No more buts.

I was once the kid I am now.
Blue is just a colour and not a sensation from the ground.

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