There is Wall, what do you see?

There is Wall, what do you see?

Blank and white, like a canvas without paint

Before us and yet in us, unmeasured and without taint

The wall is both an illusion and vision of what is held back and what can be

Both a muse and a shelter for those who cannot see

It has a strength and weakness that all alike hold dear

What could be, what should be and all that we fear

You can paint it bold, and stroke it with passion

You can hang upon it life in an artist’s fashion

It can be blank or filled with color and strife

It is a metaphor for all that is, was, and can be in life

So what do you see, what shall it be

Today, tomorrow and all that will follow

The wall is new and old, small, big and bold

Fresh and clean, and each day you can have a new dream . . .

Or will it be the same as the last you gazed your eyes upon

A place of nothing, filled with little like an empty yawn.