There is no wall
There are no boundaries
It's all an illusion
I've painted a wall around my room. Symbolic and simple I enjoy the constant reminder that while I have simultaneousy 'walled' my self in much like Roger Waters, I also understand that the wall is a nothing more than a mere illusion, my allusion for my perception of my life.
If I can accept this, I can overcome it. If I cannot face myself, to create my self, then I'll fail just like everyone else...
There are no boundaries
It's all an illusion
I've painted a wall around my room. Symbolic and simple I enjoy the constant reminder that while I have simultaneousy 'walled' my self in much like Roger Waters, I also understand that the wall is a nothing more than a mere illusion, my allusion for my perception of my life.
If I can accept this, I can overcome it. If I cannot face myself, to create my self, then I'll fail just like everyone else...
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so, we build them up only to break them down? we create a concrete representation of an abstract evil, only to tear it down with a force unseen by the abstract? Or do we just create art to imitate our illusions, our inarticulate, unobtainable, self-doubting illusions?
My wall, my bricks, are built out of my own insecurity, my own inability. In that manner it is not an apparatus to keep people out, much like roger waters, but rather to keep my self in...
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