construction

Like the wolf in a fable I've been
grasping at straws.
You built your brick castle
on a long lost 'because'.
And so now who's afraid
and, well, who wouldn't be?

The wind is still blowing
but best save your breath.
All that huffing and puffery
scares the children to death.
And so now who's afraid,
and, well, who wouldn't be?
If it weren't for you,
if it wasn't for me.

So how does it go now
and howdyado?
Will I ever know now,
if ever you knew
that the way to the end
is the way it begins.
and if you'll believe, love hides
multitudinous sins:

That one of omission,
the one about pride.
I envy the one who
keeps nothing inside
and who follows their passion,
who leads with their heart
in irrational fashion,
forsaking all art.

So vacate that fortress
of thatch, twig or stone
but you better be ready
to go it alone.
For the sheeps in the meadow
the cows in the corn
and so it has been since
the day you were born.
But where do you go now
and howdyado?
If it weren't for me,
if it wasn't for you.