These blueprints have been sitting here, gathering dust. As old memories fade and old scars mark. Lift your head up and get to work. Hold your head high, and work, even when it get's dark.
The foundation is laid for the towering structure. Slowly building up, ever reaching the sky. Purpose has been given.
Follow your intuition to reach a higher plane. The bricks set into place.
Ignore your intentions, The conscience cries and clamors to have you reach for more.
Follow heart and pound like a hammer.
Deny the mind, The measurements askew.
Ignore the purpose, The tower grows ever taller.
Deny the heart, The tower will grow past the clouds and topple into the great abyss.
About the Creator
FRANK? Piccolella
I enact many a dad tax on my six yearold twin girls. I am a writer and visual artist. Trying to work harder on the business side now to. Horror is my life. When it isn't I read, write, and Arithmetic. Comics and music shall suffice as well.
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