Expressed in music, an art form like frozen music,
Why’d I choose it? Its amusing, in my life came this new thing
Dominant in all humans, call it fusion,
Early hopes for greatness by bricks seems an illusion
But the brick consumes them cause the brick is a building block,
A construction rock, taking us to the very bottom or the very top.
Spatial sequences, in an instance, changes an appearance, changes
A mood, either disturbs or soothes.
For the mind its food, for the physical a route through time
Either sublime or a heinous crime.
Hopes can be fulfilled or fall behind in the aim of change for mankind.
But we move through time in a sequence of spaces
And time is filled with wrong decisions, and ugly additions
But, it moves,
Moves and adjusts with mistakes that have altered a societies mood.
Altered a societies groove.
Permanence. Makes you question the impact of architecture on society.
Ugly building can still thrive with laughing children.
Exclusive castle can still thrives with rats and spoiled little rascals.
Beautiful cities can be filled with the homeless
And hideous towns can be filled with the successful and honest.
But still we build buildings and philosophize on buildings and their impact.
But their impact is temporary, for its hereditary for mankind to adjust and adapt
And that’s a fact.
Have I entered into a career with shallow intentions, cause as I mentioned
Hopes for greatness through a brick can be an illusion that consumes us.
Taking us to the very bottom or very top is the flaw in the approach to a design,
For there is no rock stronger than that of mankind’s. No spatial sequence that
Commands our path, and no colors on a wall more powerful than mankind’s
Wrath.
So it’s a task, a large task to clarify the importance of my career.
The only connection I have with it is its art, which through history has
Conserved beauty so dear. Beauty to look back at in time, and in your mind
Appreciate that through all the goodness and evils of people, your mind frames them
In beautiful space.
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