the wall

we walk around everyday
never seeing anything
never thinking about life
or many questions pending
always looking at the ground
as if to look up means we'll fall down
tripping over shoelaces
remnants left of carelessness
sometimes its hard just to sit and think
like the squeeks of an unused door
just a bit of oil will do
alas we can't even do that anymore
we we're once a mighty wall
full with battlements
and men of honor to guard its strength
living to defend it
time has past and men have gone
lost in petty struggles
a crumbling heap of once proud stone
remaining only a memory
a recallection of what once was
now lost forgotten lore
and when one wanders to this place
discovering past ruins
they may wonder what took place
that could destroy this
as battles rage throughout his mind
fierce and undefeated
never will he know the truth
of simple abandonment
people die and stories change
the past is lost to us
and always new hope comes to light
only to be lost in shadow
for we are so lost as to never find the way
lost within our very souls