Felt like writing a new poem

So here goes... Off the cuff as they say...

Lemme try again... didn't like that... here goes...

Look at the walls
They surround and confine
Are they really there?
Or created by our minds?
If you look hard enough
You will soon see
They are not really there
They're simply painful memories
Stacked upon one another
The memories fade
Losing their distinction
Yet the pain is the same
To protect, we build
Yet it only veils us
An imaginary shelter
We think protects us
Hiding from feelings
We think makes us free
But the walls constrict
Til we can't even breathe
Tear down the walls
Feel freedoms soft breeze
Be strong be brave
Set your soul free

Well, hmm... not great, but it is something. There is a poem or song sitting, hiding inside of me - I can feel it, I just have not been able to coax it out yet... PL&P!
Franz.