28 August 2012
I'm afraid of walls, you see.
They might fall down on me.
Just for now I shall not die.
But the ceiling is so high.
I always knew this house was weak.
We sometimes even had a leak.
Walls, I'll stare at you till you burn.
Maybe that way you will learn.
Learn to stand and stay that way.
So I don't have to die someday.
If they do fall, don't be sad.
Dying might not be so bad.
Falling walls • Opuss № I