Like a million Berlin Walls

"Basement ghost singing" by Armour for sleep

Now I'm in your basement
I'm laying low to keep out of your way
I hear your footsteps
Move the floorboards above my head
I have my own routine now
I'm keeping busy in my own way
I'm learning ways to not feel
Like I'm down here foreverI hear your footsteps
Move the floorboards above my head
I hope you know that I'm down here
Just for youI sang a song to you through the floor
To reach you upstairs
I thought I heard you call out for more
I know that's crazy
I'm pretty sure that I'm lost again
It won't get through to youI won't get through
I think I won't get through
I'm gonna close my mouth now
You don't need more noise in your life
I miss you more than you know
But I know time makes you move on
I hear your footsteps
Move the floorboards above my head
I hope you know that I'm down here
Just for youI sang a song to you through the floor
To reach you upstairsI thought
I heard you call out for moreI know that's crazy
I'm pretty sure that I'm lost again
It won't get through to you
I won't get through
I think I won't get through
The lights are off
And I'm lost again

Like a demarcation everything is split into half; distinct and clear. Behind the walls, I stood. Overwhelmed and stoked. Scaling was never an option cos expectations will rise as I gain height. Its not the fear of heights but the fear of thrashed hopes that reigns control. A loosened grip could pull me down into the pits. So how do I reach the other side? Ponder...

Perhaps I should question the motive before the solution surfaces. I'm the code-breaker solving my own puzzle of ridiculous mind games.