Your Wall's Shadow
Scrybe
We do so much,
That is of little consequence.
And yet, we still feel the need to elevate ourselves.
If not to be the ones held on the shoulders of others,
Then to be the shoulders that the worshipped are born on.
To glory or to grovel.
That is our condition, the human nature.
The places we find ourselves,
Are only the places we put ourselves.
Surrounding ourselves with our walls,
Our outer selves.
So many walls worshipped,
As if they could reach as far as their shadows are cast.
Monuments we build, we toil for,
Even if only to just cast a bigger shadow.
The purity of the human condition,
Is that we are not these walls.
We are not the mason, the mortar, or the brick.
None of these.
They are simply a conduit,
For the message that is us.
We are the writing on the wall.
What does your wall say?
Does the sun shine on it?
Or is your message cast in your shadow?