A Lost And Found One

The Fifth Wall

The four walls that stopped speaking

Ages ago since the last making

The four walls that died.Since the collied night has ever cried.

Yes, the four walls.

That keep searching for the fifth wall.

And in vein do they keep growing tall.

Of bends and bows, and rise and fall;

Of numerous makings of love and all.

Yes, the four walls that kept growing tall.

In search of another fifth wall.

Whatever

Now that i've spent half my life wasting last pages of almost every goddamn notebook, i decide to waste some bandwidth.
And hence, the blog.