THANK YOU NIKKO YOU FANTASTIC BASTARDNIKKOYOU FUCKING ROCK
Halls, Walls, and the Fall.When we're youngWe all craft bricksTo build a great city,And raise our walls.We spend time carefullyChoosing a brickWhat color willBe decorating the halls?I was no differentChoosing my bricksUntil I was specialI had more colors than mostYet I took too longSelecting too bright,too flamboyant, and nowI've nowhere to host.And so I looked aroundSeeing others with theirBland, but complete citiesHow I envy their coin.What have I to return toJust a ground of broken hopesMany unique, strewn colors, but whatUse are they, if they are not joined?
Frustration is a normal thing
Frustration is a normal thingBut if so, why is it frustrating?Nature's reasons behind itAre so obscure
Starting anewLooming edificeStaring me down, without eyesWe’ve got work to do