The Wall

there is a wall between us and i am too tired to try and break it down with my fist or any kind of heavy machinery. what am I to do but wonder about how we got here? dont you? probably not.

"Too oft is a smile

But the hypocrite's wile,

To mask detestation, or fear;

Give me the soft sigh,

Whilst the soultelling eye

Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:"-Lord Byron

oh dear you got me reciting sad poetry at 2 in the morning.guess that is not the worst of things that you've got me doing.