I need a step up to see
what lies over the edge
of this wall that blocks what can be
from what is.
It could be that our worlds
just spin at different speeds,
and I'm a flower among pearls,
but you're just picking all the weeds.
I'm a rearview mirror watcher
waiting for you to catch up.
Although I may not be the author,
I pray a great story may develop.
I think I would like to see what lies behind
this Wonderwall that I've come to call mine.
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