My life is a book
Which I am unable to name or look
And is written as unreadable notes
If I did have a life eraser
I would erase it
And shut the door behind me
But it’s impossible to do so
I wish to break this wall
Yet I cannot, even though this wall
Is my past, my humanity,
And my dignity
This wall is my lesson
I learnt from it
This book is my corrections
Someday I will be a better man
And when I look back
To this wall, to open this book
I’ll cry the tears of joy
And say I was there before.