Building

I've made a car Out of four cardboard circles Rode it downhill Until I smelled exhaust I've made a house Out of four standing papers Held them up strong Until i had four walls Building, building up so high Never looking down To what I'm building I am blind But I can't stop it now Climbing, climbing to the sky Exhausted to the core Wishing I could rest a while But I must build more I've made a heart Out of sticks, strings, and rhythm Played it each day Until it had a beat I've made a life Out of stories and visions Told them each day Until they came to be Building, building up so high Never looking down To what I'm building I am blind But I can't stop it now Climbing, climbing to the sky Exhausted to the core Wishing I could rest a while But I must build more