moot

I labored
under a presumption
that is true
a plausible premise
but built not
by me alone

bricks of
"I would never"
"we should next time"
"someday we can"
"one day we will"
were baked
and laid
and mortared
not by me

but the structure
rendered moot
abandoned now
like a half finished highway/
a bridge to nowhere/
a rainy day castle
made of lego
once the sun's come out -

yet desolately resolute
I break it down
to use each
segment, slab & stone
and build a shelter
of mine own