22. The Wall

All I could see is the wall.
The wall that runs to greater heights
that it’s impossible to climb by any means.
There are no gates,
No one goes in; no one comes out,
not through the walls.
Every day I come here,
in search of a chance,
to go in.
I don’t know what lies inside,
but there is this call.
This call I am hearing
for the past few weeks.
A heartbroken wail
of someone,
Maybe its a trap,
maybe what awaits is danger.
But maybe, maybe it’s not.
Maybe I can escape
from this mechanic world
and stop being a robot.

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