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Walls

The walls you build to protect yourself imprison you too
They are walls they can't differentiate false from true

The walls you build to make sure nothing happens to you,
make sure that nothing ever happens to you
They are walls, they can't differentiate good or bad for you

The walls that you build to keep out the rain, keep the sun out too
Stop building these walls you fool

Or if the rain has been hard and you obsessed over walls
build your doors and windows a little more tall

What you're trying to protect cannot be protected
Your time's limited and your life neglected

Build some walls, but don't forget the doors
Embrace the sun, and the rain too as it pours

Your choices are either to live as life comes willingly
or live as life comes unwillingly

life comes nevertheless,
and then it goes.

Comments

Unknown said…
Beautiful :)
blog.sahil.me said…
> Build some walls, but don't forget the doors

Well said!

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