I need myself to structure, The structure of my building burns, Ashes collect then blow away, Windy enemies, but clear the ground away. Building once again, I am On the same ground, the wind against me. Bring in the brick and thickened mortar, My hands can work, my mind can mold, Will i build it all to come crashing down again? I'll make it strong, i'll make it tougher more, Old fears blown away as new ones ushered through. Time erodes with the wind its friend, Immortal so this structure seems, and even safer more, Because my brick can't burn, But all intentions good do not become so. Yet i've built it all myself, So entrapped myself within, I must endure so long it stands.
Reason for writing:
It came to me as i stared at the blank screen.
Birth sign: Cancer
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