An Old Poem (Bricks)

Bricks

Bricks.
Large and small
Dark brown, beige and black.
Intertwining into walls;
Walls of thought.

Rain pouring
Down.
Down.
Like freefalling objects from high
Knowing eternity.
'Til fantasy ends with a bang.
Smashed on the ground.
Smashed flat.
Lily pads spread on ponds
Extending limits outwards
'Til they touch...

No! Don't touch.
Leave me alone.
Alone to grow.
Grow til I shrink to nothing;
An ever expanding black hole.
Fill the whole with senseless thoughts.
Creating something out of nothing.
Or stopping nothing from being actual nothing;
By building walls.
Walls of,
Bricks.
Large and small.