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When we're young
We all craft bricks
To build a great city,
And raise our walls.
We spend time carefully
Choosing a brick
What color will
Be decorating the halls?
I was no different
Choosing my bricks
Until I was special
I had more colors than most
Yet I took too long
Selecting too bright,
too flamboyant, and now
I've nowhere to host.
And so I looked around
Seeing others with their
Bland, but complete cities
How I envy their coin.
What have I to return to
Just a ground of broken hopes
Many unique, strewn colors, but what
Use are they, if they are not joined?
We all craft bricks
To build a great city,
And raise our walls.
We spend time carefully
Choosing a brick
What color will
Be decorating the halls?
I was no different
Choosing my bricks
Until I was special
I had more colors than most
Yet I took too long
Selecting too bright,
too flamboyant, and now
I've nowhere to host.
And so I looked around
Seeing others with their
Bland, but complete cities
How I envy their coin.
What have I to return to
Just a ground of broken hopes
Many unique, strewn colors, but what
Use are they, if they are not joined?
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A short tale of a person with boundless creativity and potential, but without the ability to make the dream a reality. At least, that's how I see it.