If only the wall was built higher before I began to climb
then maybe I would have given up before I ever came near the top
If only I never breathed in the other side
never gave in to the ice of a world already dead around me
on a spiral cascade down the slope of time
And why now, if not tomorrow?
Shut my eyes and the nightmares dissipate
only a mist at the edge of the wall
intoxicating, deadly, and falling away with the world
finally a part of something greater—what I longed for
when I was standing at the bottom of the climb, looking up
I’ve found myself watching a lot more comedy recently. It’s needed! Almost too hard to separate the parody from reality anymore.