It was too late to fix what I didn’t know was broken
Wisdom is wasted on the aged
I realized I drained my youth for no cause,
as I probed every designs detail
My hours withered away on castles and skyscrapers
On perfecting my city, my world
I labored over their form and shape,
Oblivious as to what would unfold
Foolishly I believed my exploits would fulfill me
The higher the tower, the happier I would be
Time taught me but another lesson,
That the higher the tower, the harder the fall would be
Amidst my soaring accomplishments, concealed,
Lay the negative spaces that hide away,
The little moments that you don’t plan,
The in between spaces held more treasure than the eye could convey
As my mansions perished, so did I
All that remained were crude alleyways and tasteless corridors
In the end, my work meant nothing, and what I’d overlooked remained
Regretfully, I realized, the things most important are often ignored
– Linu Elizabeth George