Walls like mountains
Are in the back of my mind,
at the end of my view.
Standing stiff they motivate me,
Protect me,
Isolate me.
Red power
The pain in the growth
And the pleasure of innocence
That vanishes in the responsibilities.
Pursue or not pursue a dream
of promised strain and unwelcome presence?
The mind flies but the feet are stubborn
And the heart divided.
