And I began today
so full of witless hope
Such promise, yet to be fulfilled.
Nurtured by words.
Suckling the teet
of those that came before.
Those more astute than I.
So why didn't they leave a rope,
or maybe a ladder,
to get over this wall I hit each day,
instead of useless words.
And I, yeah me,
you'd think I'd have found a way around this wall,
my closest friend, my albatross.
But here I sit.
At the bottom of the wall.
...damn, that's a beautiful sky