Base Line

The bricks fall hard
They were stacked so haphazardly
To begin with
Yet somehow I’m still surprised
When the tower of them fall.

It’s because I try to pile them
On someone else’s foundation.
And theirs isn’t built
The way I would build mine.
So why don’t I build my own?

Because I’m afraid my construction
Isn’t enough.
Because I don’t give my blueprint
The same attention to detail
That I pour into another.

My blueprint is full of white space,
In early stages of development.
And its time to pick up the pencil
Put it to the paper…
And conjur foundation from thin air.