Who made the mix?
To make the wall
Who made those bricks?
And built them tall
What was the plan?
A sort of game
What holds this man?
That has no name
Why should it be?
Walls make him blind
Why can’t he see?
What blocks his mind?
Where is the key
To fit the door
Where once it was
But there no more
When did he ask?
Another session
To break down walls
Built by depression
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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