Some walls there,

Some walls here,

Some people fools,

They wander here.

I stand, arms wrapped around my heart,

amidst the creator and his creation,

this space of eve and adam,

wondering what I should adhere,

say, sit or simply stare,

into the silence

of my freedom “to be”

While the days run, and the nights lie down,

Am I changing colours, or simply just

fading away,

The space divides what was once whole,

It draws the illusion cast by lines,

by eyes it casts, my heart it reads,

The real out of the unreal,

for I hide and I shield,

I not only see beyond the shown,

but I conceal from the unknown.


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