I bake the clay in bricks to mold,

within my mind's deep prison,

I want to reach the land of gold,

and safeguard my existence.

On swampy grounds I lay my brick,

I breathed a stunning vision,

A tower filled with lore and myth,

My Life's greatest ambition.

I built my tower to the sky,

To clear a path to heaven,

So that one day my soul may fly,

And live therein forever.

It sighs and groans then crumles down,

as I climb up the tower

I'm fallong down back to the ground,

bereft of all my power.

I built my tower to the sky,

On grounds so unforgiving,

My lesson learned before I die,

To stay among the living.