The builder builds,
The breaker breaks,
when the good times falter,
the whole world shakes.
The builder builds,
but the breaker they'll be,
as the breakers turn rubble
into something to see.
As time beats on,
the rubble gets larger,
with each new structure
on the bones of the martyrs.
There are builders that stopped,
built once and then stayed.
There are breakers unceasing,
the torn and betrayed.
but most of the builders
will break in their time,
as the breakers will build,
and their hearts they will mime.
This cycle, this hell,
is just self-inflicted.
It's the pursuit of what's better,
that's left them conflicted.
Each breaker must face
their own batch of rubble,
each builder endures
their own breed of trouble.
It's karmatic at times
this beauty and torture
the builders and breakers
in states of pure torpor.
But the builders and breakers,
together it seems
are really just trying
to chase down their dreams.
They just can't be sure
of what nobody knows.
Is happiness discovered,
or does it just grow?
The builders will build,
together, each stone.
But the breakers keep breaking,
though they work just alone.
In time, fear not breakers,
you'll build once again.
But think hard on ye builders,
of what can be round the bend.
