The dreams you piled have crashed like falling legos
in the floor,they lay aspread.
If we were still kids,
we would happily put the legos back.
Build it again, make the foundation a little stronger,
and break them again.
Dang! If only we’re still kids.
No anxieties, stress and pressures going on in our head,
stuff we usually made on our own.
A manufactory of bad thoughts, bed monsters coming into life.