“Can I jump that high?”
I asked, tilting my head upwards.
A wall stood before me,
paved with dreams unheard and the words of reality.
The real world is a red brick wall
and nowhere to go.
“Can I jump that high?”
I asked myself.
Through, over, under, around
The only ways to get where you're going.
Where am I going?
“Can I jump that high?”
A gloved hand reaches out,
but I don't accept help. I don't need help.
I don't.
The world is colored yellow
gray
green
blue?
I begin to lose the ability to tell the difference.
A multitude of people surround me,
moving as though zombies.
“Stay on the ground, nobody knows what's on the other side!”
“Stay here!”
“Stop moving!”
Can I jump that high?
Can I jump that high?
Can I jump that high?
“There is no wall,”came a whisper.
I jumped.
Nothing was ever the same.