Brick by brick

The masses find their functions

Assembling the vision of Lord Business

Yet the studded miniatures

They reject the vision of their instructions

They stand up for the right to build

What must be built

Reliance on no one

But ourselves

Why do I find

Within this city

Of plastic figures

A vision of a future

The one I want

Free from the compulsion of adherence

The mental illness of perfection

I want to build a future

Without the monstrosity of fear of failure