The sound of workmen building a house,

Hammering away at nails and bricks, cementing walls.

If only it was so easy in life to build such houses

To build a personality.

To build yourself as a person.

It used to be until most people knock you down

Youre too old. Not the right size. Not to taste

As is always the case.

The night sky brings hope and brightness from the stars and bears down on us

And lights the newly completed shell of the house

If only they could be seen by others. Lighting us up.

The few who are true and honest.

Who have built ourselves to be those strong and personalous people

Instead of the robotic society we have around us.

If only people could see the touble we go to

To build our houses.

To build ourselves.

To fit in and be the one you want.

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