The wall is up, I can't tear it down. Why does it exist? I don't want to block people out.
Maybe it's purpose is to keep something in. Perhaps so my heart can't be spilt. There's definitely risks in that, so subconsciously this wall was built.
No ones rushing in, they must have been warned. From something in its appearance, an imaginary idea was formed.
But it's painted so many colors, and has so many holes, they can look right inside, and see the mystery unfold.