He plays with invisible building blocks,
creating castles in his head,
to keep his stolen jewels within,
and fill his halls with cherubim.
To dance a tune as yet unknown,
and sit upon his fading throne,
and let his dwindling kingdom know
that they aren't ready, yet, to go.
And when the villagers depart,
the blocks, and he, so weak of heart...
What happens when the castle falls?
The jewels turn sand, the music palls,
and left is man, in corner there,
so indiscreetly unaware,
with building blocks in hand and mind;
the ones that only dreams can bind. |
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