With one idea you hit the ground running or you’re gone

Building from one block up to the top
Cutting out the noise of the mobbing flock
At times it all rushes in with a pop

There’s always distractions disrupting the flow
And gatekeepers who really don’t know
A tangled web and it’s all for show

Through night and day until you have to stop

Fashioning an image of what you see
Feels different from the rest in a obscure key
But you know what the aim is
Punching out a hole through the mundane weave

Pacing like a machine until you stop, stop, stop

Do you know what you want?
Do you know where to start?
A rough work is on the chopping block

Place another block on the one below
You get your footing and it starts to go
Against the choir of resounding “no”

You know there’s a lot of work to do
But you pull it together to see it though
Sometimes you falter, sometimes no clue
Sometimes you break out from you thought you knew

Fashioning an image of what you see
Counting to the rhythm — one, two, three
But you know what the aim is
Planting a seed in the ruthless scree