The Walls we build

All around us, four sides to frame my reality
picture perfect prisons defining you and me.
They are so thick, wide, dense and tall.
I am within, you are without, against these odds
we are insignificant, we are so very small.
Time drifts while I wait for something,
anything to happen, as if I had not marked
each day, vertical scratches keeping score
I isolate and dream of escape until I remember
that in these walls there is no door.