There was no time to spare a dance
For I had to build these walls
My hands would ache from the heavy bricks
The weak and unsteady knees would tremble, and I would fall
A secure ambition kissed my lips
And devotion sank to the bottom of my throat which tasted a lot like alcohol
A hunger for success dragged me in like a siren that only cries when there's an eclipse
It was so alluring and inspiring I recall
I repaired most of the cracks, but some were too deep to fix
My hope was like a fragile seed after all