Inktober + Poetry #5: Build

Day 5

The first dreams were
built out of lego,
casted over plastic base
they seemed impervious.

The real ones are
built out of bricks,
casted over impermeable plans
they seems feeble than ever.

Shall we go back to
the lego days,
when minds were still plastic,
but will, inexorable.

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