There is a wall behind my head,

there’s a mirror before,

It all depends on what I choose to see.

The bricks give me purpose,

to decipher the sky beyond

The mirror lets me be

mad in my reflected emotions.

 

They say it’s not a matter of my choice

The bricks would define the redness in my eyes,

either way I look.

 

So, I stop looking

and prove them wrong

Inside my head,the bricks pave way

for me to enter a happy song

The mirror dissolves and takes me to the other side,

beyond,the walls, where there is a way

that I haven’t yet tried

brick wall

.

-pramati