He reached the wall that blocked his path
And climbed it and looked ahead and back.
He added up the memories
And they amounted to something
He found somewhat surprising.
And he found it so comforting
Like a remembered lullaby,
Yet unfamiliar and brand new.
It took the space of a silence
(It could be a single shocked blink)
And a theme became apparent.
That day he learned there comes a time
When you know what you're doing,
Because you can finally see what you've done.