Looking at the wall,
Not knowing if I'll fall or crawl,
Crawl towards my dreams in hopes to regain my strength to pull myself back up to my feet.

Looking at the wall I consider myself lucky to be able to see such a thing,
The things I see are not the wall but for me my life flashing before my eyes.

Have I falling to my own demise?

As I try to continue to crawl towards the wall so I can pull myself up I see those who want to keep me down,

I cry yet I continue to crawl as the wall  and the floor simultaneously drift further from my grasps.

No one around to ask,
Ask for assistance in trying to help me to my feet,
As I continue to crawl a single tear falls from my eyes, it was not my demise, it was my test, the people I see are not there to hinder me, yet they're here to forgive me and help me see what they see, me struggling to simple be, when in all actuality I have been and will continue to aim for that wall.