The House

There’s a house we seek to build

Till it’s done, we’re unfulfilled

The foundation isn’t solid ground

But thoughts, which abound

Many plans lie as decorations

Their dark side, expectations

They don’t let us sleep at night

Even dreams can’t take flight

Many leave the house unfinished

When it’s time, they can’t replenish

For some, the business is fruitful

Even that cannot make time youthful

It’s already built, the house we seek

On the heart’s majestic peak

The ground it sits on doesn’t shake

To live there, hate we must forsake