Wall Of Faith

Two walls diverged into blue sky,
one of bricks and one of air,
and Me and Myself asked – WHY?
And wondered: is either of them fair?

Then looked up one as far as I could,
to where it merged into air.
Then Me and Myself face-to-face, long We stood,
no roads of reasoning passing there.

Then I saw a reflection in my eyes,
it broke my heart, cause it was hate.
From this moment, my self-belief slowly dies,
and secretly I’m crying tears of faith.

Those walls and gentle sigh,
of choosing a one, of choosing a way.
Scared – Me, Myself and I
chose not to come back another day.

Myself chose air, Wall Of Fail,
he chose breeze and fresh air,
cause having perhaps the better claim.
And now Myself wears cloak of Shame.

Me chose bricks, Wall Of Faith,
he chose hard work and challange,
cause he was happy, without hate.
And now he wears a cloak of Balance.

I touched the wall and the air,
I didn’t know what to choose.
I have no cloak, no discuise to wear,
or any other paths to choose.

I rammed the wall with all my power,
then I used up all the air,
when exhausted, in my darkest hour,
I was alone, nobody was there.

I kept on ramming that wall,
until few bricks came falling by.
I made it through, I had it all.
But the wall was now seen through,
like now was ME, MYSELF and I...

(21.06.2007)