The Wall Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

The time passes
like notes in a classroom
I look at myself
And can see that I am getting older
I bet most people have this moment
I just thought that I'd share it

Each new wrinkle
becomes a new day
Each new day
becomes another brick in the wall
The wall is my life
One day it will become a ruin
but for now it is a wall
It holds up everything
that I have done
and for now I am proud

Proud to be alive
because there are many people dying
by our own hands
For this I am sorry
I do not do enough
But I am fortunate to be alive
Sometimes the weight of my fortune
threatens the stability of my wall
This very fortune may bring it down
All you can do is...
Watch it crumble