bricks

And so he sat there

Engulfed in the presence of time

And realized that his path was carved out for him

Awaiting footsteps

Begging for mistakes

If only he were to begin his journey

Knowing that time does not forgive

And that the world is all but equal

Then would the earth bend its back for him

Or would he sit down at the end of the road

And count his footsteps

Really, that’s what you do when you run out of ideas

You resort to numbers

And you rely on comparison to give you compliments

It’s sad, but then what is life without those routines

It’s just another brick in the wall 

And so he sat there 

Killing time

And at one point he hesitated 

He almost stopped to think

But never did

And didn’t stop until the end

We all just keep stacking these bricks

And it’s time to knock down the wall