If you read His book and pray
and then you draw a perfect map,
it doesn't mean you've found the way.
Tomorrow will prove it wrong.
But with no guide to follow,
I cut my days to bits and pieces
and it's easier to swallow
down. Architecture has to be built
from the ground up, and we stand
on scaffolds like they were stilts
and imagine the tip of towers
scratching heaven's door.
And what for? To reach beyond
this territory bound by grass,
to touch between the stars,
and all our knowns surpass.
I really like this, but I'm going to have to alter the first quatrain. It was written based on a prompt: Grab the closest book. Go to page 29. Write down 10 words that catch your eye. Use 7 of words in a poem. For extra credit, have 4 of them appear at the end of a line.
Words: found, architecture, background, prospect, territory, pieces, between, grass, draw, banners