at the wall
who doesn't dream for
the folded arms of gates
to open one day wide
no one stands on the other side
without wonder laced
with envy for each bird
who takes his flight
for granted past
the great divide
no one stands through silence
and all the sun and all the rain
to sing with songs
that bricks blunt dull
with the thickness
of their mortared hide
without music in their heart
no one stands
at the wall
of impossibilities
who doesn't love
what's standing on
the other side
when there lies
a whole wide world
where they could be
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