Sketches of reality...
 Never matching the original
 Fill in the blanks by guessing its content
 Incomplete, imperfect, fallible and flowed
 Words are not enough to describe the image,
 To deliver the message
 When the building stones are crackling
 And the walls are falling down
 How can we even begin to raise a monument?
 Aven dream of building a palace?
 What road can be found using empty maps?
 What truth can be built using broken tools?
 What answers can be show by blind guidance?
 
 The images will remain mere sketches 
 Incomplete depictions of reality
 While we try to climb the ladden
 With rotting and crumbling steps 
 Hoping to catch a glimpse of a dream...