The Wall

The flowers bloom,
And the bees sing.
And I’m stuck in a room,
Staring at the walls bleak.

Sometimes I cry;
Sometimes I laugh.
Am I’m going mad?
And is that enough?

The harder I try,
The weaker I become.
The faster I run,
The further I come.

And I don’t know,
What I chase?
Meadows uphill,
Or just the shinning rays?

Am I doing right?
Or am I in a fall?
At the end of the fight,
Will I cross the wall?

~KMnO4

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