Behind a Wall
When I open my eyes
The first thing I see
Is a wall.
The number of sighs
I give while I lie
Does not affect it at all.
So if I could break
A hole in the wall
I wonder if I would.
Or if I would make
The wall much more tall
Out of steel instead of wood.
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