This house we own, were built with blocks, wooden ones, you know, those toys you bought your children to play with when they were young??? Yeah, T-H-O-S-E!
A house made of blocks, we’d lived in, not knowing, if the wind will get too strong tomorrow, or tonight while we’re asleep, that it just might, bring this whole house crumbling down…
A house made of blocks, that, was what we’re given, and, we kept, building it, tearing it down, because something always wasn’t quite right with what we got, and, this house made of blocks, just never, got fully, completed, you see those chips around that corner, or blocks missing on the walls, that people can see inside there?
A house made of blocks, only temporary, and, we both know, that we will, eventually, abandon this house of blocks we come to live in, it’s just, that we can’t yet, we’re, stuck, with NOT enough money to build ourselves an even better house, or, maybe, we’d just, learned, to become, dissatisfied with life altogether, that no matter how good things are, we just, don’t see it anymore………
it’s about, to come, tumbling down here, and all that will remain, will be, the D-E-B-R-I-S! Not my photo…
Life, the Obstacle Course 