“don't you dare. over my dead body will you inexplicably shoehorn in another billy joel song just to punctuate one of your weekly lessons that inevitably veers off into a saccharine barrage of angst and affirmation.”
The wall doesn’t go away. The wall just gets bigger. Higher and plastered in dreams.
And if I'm real lucky, then I ' l l a l w a y s b e o n it somewhere.