I walk through the doors,
and the wall closes in.
I stand, shoulders squared
and fight it.
It might have a grip,
but I'm in control.
It might win the battle,
but the war's just begun.

I throw down my bag
and brace myself.
Soon to be free,
I take nothing and jump,
not caring what falls;
it doesn't matter to me.

They chase me and fight,
but I'm soaring too high
to be touched.
The wall comes to life,
dancing with colours.
It screams and it whispers,
shouting: me.

They know I have gone,
So they try to pull down.
But I'm out of sight,
So now,
I'm free, in control.

The wall is now mine, is
free.