Everything around me is
Changing, dissolving, disappearing
I look around wildly, trying
To hold every falling piece together
And I’m overcome by a sudden fear.
When the last bits of the wall
Have crumbled down and reduced to dust,
Will I realize that what I am
Was trapped inside, breathlessly eager to be set free?
Or will I just find out, too late,
That what I was was the wall
That had just crumbled down?