THE BUILDING.

THE BUILDING

It is made of a box

the box is like a brick wall

I fall in love with the wall

and move away from it

just like the ways

I used to be

in short of time

I am growing old

and one day

I will want to look back

and try to find

the difference

in so many things

like love and life

and how many ways

I can fly

standing on the

edge of a wall

I find myself

wondering how many

times I never noticed

anything

or nothing

in special ways or normal

ways

glorifying

things that are mine

and maybe

never were