The Wall
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2007

A wall
Stands beside me
A wall
Hinders my movement left

A wall
Stands beside me
A wall
Hinders my movement right

So I walk by the wall
Until a corner comes in sight.
I walk all year long
I walk day and night

Am I going round in circles
Or am I just going through
This meaningless life
Like we all do.