Paper Wall

Hanging from this paper wall — swinging side-to-side.

It seems to be important that my hands hold on tight.

If I hang on long enough, I might, swing to the other side. 

Hanging from this paper wall — love’s final desperate cry.

Chasing fantasy, calling it destiny is all I’ve known my whole life.

Comforting is never comfortable and I believe my own lies.

Hanging from this paper wall, I finally said goodbye.

I had to fall to let go; but now my feet can climb.


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