This Feeling is a Wall

This feeling is a wall,
And so are you,
The time is not passing by,
It's dead.

This feeling is a wall,
And so am I
The time is a brick, heading
Straight to my head.

But I can't draw a line
And I won't draw the line
Who draws lines, anyway?

The walls are blank.
And so are we.

February 03rd and 14th, 2016

Time is normally not a motif I use explicitly, but I saw a bunch of graffiti and thought of going for the idea. Maybe it won't make sense to you, but it makes sense to me.

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