when i was standing infront of the stone wall
it towers over me
i press my forhead against the cold surface
i know it will not give
like the ocean it calls me at night
in the climb i claw my nails off
if i was welcome the heavy gate would be open
there would be no long dark nights
cold winds moving dusty ghosts
and a hard moon
if i stay here i will see someone else walk in
i have to go
i shouldnt be here
