The Wall

Once the walls come down, we begin the race.

I am not even sure if you will recognize my face.

I swear, there is just too much to leave behind.

These city streets are haunted, and so am I.

Once the walls start cracking, the dawn will break.

Still, I do not know if this is just another fake.

I am on a ledge and below me are two choices –

A dull life in silence or one full of loud voices.

And once the walls crumble, I go for the win.

Have I told you lately how much I have sinned?

I swear that I tried to save all that is sacred,

But there is more fun in a soul that is naked.

-Jackie