​Who

I build your roads; protect your houses, build the places you meet…

Yet you’ll never see, you’ll never know; me…

I’m lost and broken, my hands calloused, my back with slipped discs.

My heart, ripped to pieces, many times; too many to remember,

I see you; standing on what I’ve made, I hear you crying, celebrating, dreaming.

Upon floors i’ve laid, on walls i’ve erected;

The chemistry I create, makes it so you can have your coffee date; yet here I sit in thoughts of misery and regret…

I am inspired by the reservoir I made, to make the batteries that your car uses to take you anywhere, to the vacation for your children, or the wedding you’ve planned.

Yet here I am, just an echo in the pond; a piece of sand in a river you stand…

Unsure of life, afraid of strife, afraid to let down those who love me…

Here I am, its me, the man who made the building in which you stand. But you’ll never know me, or perhaps even think of, and thats okay…

But just know all my life, ive never been “okay” something was always chasing me…