Try talking to a solid brick wall I'd rather be butchered by the entirety of Gaul. Where the teeth are cemented in between Lips sealed shut hiding things unseen. Behind is a mystery, with no clue about A waste of time for one to find out, and explore and analyze and test and hypothesize the infinite possibilities of outcomes and probabilities. At the same note, the outside you see- hear cannot Refusing Eye, Ignoring Ear, causing thoughts to clot. One thing everybody knows is that It's the only passageway to the brain. Fact.
Try talking to a stone brick wall See if you get through or not at all. Un-moving un-changing Forever remaining.
*The same.
Inspired to write a poem with a rhyme scheme and flow similar to Gary Turk's spoken word "Look Up." Nevertheless, hope this poem was good. Feel free to interpret it.
Check out Gary Turk's spoken word "Look Up" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7dLU6fk9QY