Bricks in the Wall (An Epiphany)

Bricks in the Wall (An Epiphany)

A Poem by Yoga Pramartha
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This song shows an epiphany that a young adult gets when he starts to think that he is not the only one who has problems. Each and everyone of us has our own problems.

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I’d walk my way veer off the door
For I would pack my stuff and go
The air is forcing me to run
Across the town I’m hiding in
I’m sick of buildings on the street
And I would swim against the stream
I leave the green upon the trees
I let the grass feel the same way
Oh, I’ll run away
I’d come into the forest to see my face
Covered up with fears of the things that unclear
And the shadows darken by the fading sun
I’d mend my pace to a complete darkness
Until I can see the reflection of the real world
Of the real me
Then I’d realize that of all I’ve done
I’m nothing but a brick
Oo oh, oo oo oh
I’m just a brick in the wall
Oo oh, oo oo oh
I’m just a brick in the wall
No matter where I go,
No matter where I run
No matter where I stay
I’m just a brick in the wall
No matter what I have
No matter what I know
No matter what I’ve done
I’m just a brick in the wall
Can you see my face, full of uncertainty?
Just like yours, puzzled by reality
Can you feel my hands, cold and shaking like hell?
Chilled by the wind, but I’m sure you’d understand
Cause we’re just the same
Flesh and bones
We’re kids of the Earth
We’re just bricks in the wall
If one of us falls
There’d be a hole
The Earth starts to crumble
Cause we’re the bricks
Of the wall of the world
We’re all the same bricks
Of the wall of the world
Let’s deal with reality

© 2015 Yoga Pramartha


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I love the last few lines of this, does a great job tying the theme of the poem together, which is great! Really relatable and honest, beautifully portrayed. Awesome job

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Added on March 12, 2015
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Tags: life, reality, inspiration, acoustic, nature, forest, runaway, introvert

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Yoga Pramartha
Yoga Pramartha

Tabanan, Bali, Indonesia



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