My Hand-me-down Life

My heads stuck and there’s sand in my eyes and thudding in my ears and a heart racing at a mile a minute.

I’m a creature of habit. There’s truth in what we did... who we became... and how we changed the world for good. The future is just a bunch of hopes and dreams lying in wait to fall through the cracks.

We’re made of brick and stone, to create a wall that can surpass the ages (these walls have ears) infallible like the mascara running up my cheeks, that are rosy and red and cold just like the wall when seen through rose coloured glasses, like the ones that held onto our faces with duct-tape as we raced around the globe in a roller-coaster as our drinks sloshed around like the liquid in my favourite snow-globe; shaken not stirred!

I tug but my heads still stuck. The sand has blown away leaving my vision clearer than it ever was and I see the infinite wall staring back at me in all its greatness and an army before it made of stone unlike me.