And he’s back to building,
From the missing brick to the few arches and door ways,
He works the same room till he feels he has done his part,
Although he whined to the other workers:
When will the room ever be finished?
When is time to leave or see his family?
Lunch break?
Truth was he was unexpectedly ill from work,
All he wants to do is make up the time,
He’s almost there.

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And he’s back at it,
From hiding to swinging hooks,
Is he so lonely that he refuses to confide?
Or is this truly just the mystery to The Man?
The breathtakingly marvellous Man,
Who spoke a word to no one for days,
And returned with a euphoric and humble smile,
And now everything is fine and back to the way it was,
‘So anyway’.