In the beginning I build a wall, it’s been so long now I can’t seem to remember if I was hiding myself in or keeping the word out. Most people would hate the idea and would want to escape, but I did not. Behind that wall I could be anything I wanted, i could be someone new, someone great, I could be my true self. But the truth is eventually the world comes knocking and the wall begins to crumble. You try to forget and stay behind that crumbling wall. But the wall does not hold. Now you are wide open to the world, vulnerable, scared, you try to forget and begin to run. But the problem is you can’t forget forever, and you run out of places to hide. And life eventually catches us all.