Brick After Brick

Sometimes I'll flip sometimes I'll spin,
Sometimes I'll lose sometimes I'll win.
Sometimes to fight Sometimes to flight,
Depends what gets me through the night!

Sometimes I'll listen and think intently,
Then sometimes I will not.
This is me through and through,
Some things are not so easily forgot.

That dream of what you had!
The rock of what could be?
Stone crushed within a mechanical screen,
Particles now blowing on the breeze.

Lost to the fog and mist of memory,
With the passing of a some time.
The memories you wish to lose,
Can make you wish that you should die.

You can't forget your past!
It may make you plummet down and fall.
The mind is such a sledgehammer,
And it smashes down that wall.

But walls are made by woman and man.
We have placed brick after brick after brick
Centuries of effort in their building,
Would you demolish it so quick?

So things done and that have expired,
Still cause pain and have effect,
But it's not for you to give up so soon.

You have things to do as yet!