BRICKS

This darn world.

                                   Always telling me what's right from wrong.

Without actually knowing what's right from wrong.

Telling lies they think are truths.

Telling old stories I've heard a thousand times before.

                      But changing them every time.

Forcing me into their frame rate.

And making me gravitate

                                         Toward what they think is right.

          And what I should do

I thought that I would have one purpose in life

               And that's just how it would be.

But it turns out I'm a brick.

 

And it doesn't even matter what the world says I'm supposed to do.

                                                          Because I choose what I want to do.

The world may say that I'm to be used to build a house.

                     But then I come in and say, nope I'm going to break a window.

The world said do well on the ACT, and then I stepped in and said

                                                Nope. 

The world said be cool.

        But what is cool?

 

Bricks have been doing the same old thing for centuries.

                                                 But they have unlimited potential.

Be a brick.

Be unique.

Challenge the world and scream, "Is that the best you've got!?"

And then sit back smugly because nobody beats a brick in a fight.

It may come back and throw you through a window.

                   But you can take it.

You're a freaking brick for crying out loud.