Here sits a man,
Building a foundation with his hands.
Drawing the blueprints to his life.
Corresponding from point A to B and going for it.
Leveling out expectations,
Smoothing out the rough patches,
Hammered with exhaustion.

Here stands a man.
Building a foundation at his own will.
Sharpening his thoughts and beliefs,
Fixing problems he might have caused,
And throwing out the tools.

Here works a man.
Building a foundation strong and sturdy.
Tightening up from stress,
Digging out past grudges,
Covering his heart with a hard hat.

Here struts a man.
Building a foundation almost complete.
Finishing things he started and forgotten,
Detailing more emotion into his thoughts,
Examining what lies in front of him.

Here walks a man.
Away from his work.
Just to turn around.
To turn around and look at the foundation of his life, that he built with his own hands.