One day people will stop,
Beating their heads up against a wall.
And realize that steel and concrete,
Are not created to expose one's intelligence that way.
It's too painful of an activity!
Nor do those trappings enclose,
Where the process of creative thought is done.
Some are confused when seeking to identify progress.
And realize it too late,
When the ones they should have appreciated...
Have been in their own environment but dismissed.
How is a forgiving recovery,
Be restoring enough to rebuild a greatness from this?
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