As I watch the world go round, <br />I feel mine fall down around me. <br />I begin to access the damage. <br />My walls of trust have crumpled. <br />The streets of emotions have all <br />but washed away. <br />My buildings of sheltered feelings <br />lay in big heaps on the ground. <br />I realize my whole world <br />is nothing but ruins now. <br />Slowly I begin to make a new <br />blue print that hopefully <br />will be able to withstand more. <br />As I start re piecing my world <br />together page by page, a new <br />construction worker comes along. <br />They tell me sweetly o’ you can trust me. <br />I will re build your new world <br />that will be indestructible. <br />And of course I believe them. <br />I am like putty in there hands. <br />So I hand over what I already have done. <br />I become tense as I wait. <br />As I wait I wonder will they really <br />be my new construction worker, <br />or will they be just another demolisher.<br /><br />Fallen Pixie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blue-print/
