I build a wall
with stones, strong stones.
I build it high.
Build it wide.

It is sturdy.
Strong enough to hold
All those little things
Deep inside.

But those little things,
Each and every one,
They build and build and
They create their own force.

Press.
They press against my wall.
The wall I have built
To keep it all inside.

Forceful they are,
Slamming against the wall,
threatening to break it,
And, they do it,
It cracks.

The wall cracks
And it is gone, broken.
Those little things
Turned into one
Big thing,
And it escapes Through.

It's Over.