Build

Out there, blink and you’ll miss it
Is the promised land or at least somewhere different
Pressed up to the glass to see it
But I get distracted by my reflection
Like a live wire, hope flickers
Against the pitch black in rich contrast
Hypnotized by the horizon
I hold out my hand

I just want to build some kind of bridge
To where the source material lives
I want to build, brick by brick
Until I'm changed

For a minute I’ll be endless
For a minute I'm be brave
For a minute I’ll make sense of
All of my mistakes

I’ve poured over the blueprints
I’ve stuck to the plan
Even a little ahead of schedule
But still missing parts of who I am
My active imagination
Fills the empty space
The pencil reaches wide
But like anything held too tight, it breaks

I just want to make some kind of mark
Permanent ink right from the start
I want to draw, line by line
Until I'm changed
I just want to build some kind of bridge
To where the source material lives
I want to build, brick by brick
Until I'm changed

For a minute I’ll be endless
For a minute I’ll be brave
For a minute I’ll make sense of
All of my mistakes
For a minute I’ll be endless
For a minute I’ll be home
For a minute I’ll make something
I’ll forever call my own

I’ll always wrestle with patience
The dissonance of purgatory
But I’ll try to make use of the tension
In this first and second act of my story