Sunday, February 21, 2016

Mortar

What's a brick without mortar
Brick, mortar, brick, mortar
Me, you, you, me
Brick halls made of brick walls that controlled the paths we walk
I am in debt with these halls because they are the only reason I cross paths with you everyday
I don't know if we would have met otherwise
And I don't even know if you remember the day we did
Maybe it's because I didn't even talk to you, but we made eye contact and that must count for something
But if I never did I don't think that I would still walk these brick halls made of brick walls,
Because you are the light at the end of the tunnel

Thank you
                   -Ben

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