Brick Wall

Not sure who wrote this, but I found it on-line today:

This is a brick wall,
It’s in your way,
You can climb over it,
Or tunnel underneath it,
Or kick it down,
Or try to walk around it,
Or you can sit down on the ground in front
of it & weep bitter, life-is-not-fair, brick
wall-hating tears.

But lets be honest:
When you cry, your mascara runs,
And so does your nose,
And your eyes get red and puffy,
And when you’re done,
That brick wall will still be there,
In your way.

But the choice is yours.