Poetry · Writing

will of a builder

i love stories of builders

starting with a dream

everyone telling them

they’ll be nothing, your dream

is one in a million

not a chance

try something the world will appreciate ,

the next part is all the same

‘fuck ’em’

theye built castles


tested the logic of humans

carved the sacred sky

burned their names;

they knew it would take time

sleepless nights

the will of a builder

to keep moving forward

after the world

had already given up

on you

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