Re-Fine.

The bricks were building up on me

I didn't know, I couldn't see

I thought that mortar 'lone would make me solid

The weight, I carried happily

I thought it to be destiny

But little did I realize it folly

I cannot keep with glue and paste

I needed rest, I needed space

Peace cannot stay when I am always in haste

Time to sit down

Time to cool down

Let the bricks dry

Then only can I

be a fine house.