building blocks

not legos

reflecting back  these were not mistakes

 they were just building blocks on the road we each make

to each his own we're free to roam

 but the building still takes place 

searching for the stones in which to take

getting the good ones and taking no fakes

been using joy and family in this lil stretch

getting longer with every new fetch

 sorrow betrayal dismissal heartache death

 noticing not many good ones left

digging down deep now in the rough 

through whats left of this cherry picked stuff 

but the building still takes place

needing to correct my way 

im forced to use heartache and pain

making myself once again tough

bending my path to get back to the good stuff

maybe a few of the crazy and insane

just to keep it colorful and not to plain

but the building still takes place

there getting heavy and feal ice cold

these blocks that are keeping me in this world

 the writing wearing and almost gone

ill keep building till i hear my death song