I lifted a hammer so many times
To strike a nail into my house.
But instead I struck
The thick air of indifference.
Two trips to the pavement
Wasn't what I had in mind,
When I said I was moving up in this world.
Bruised knees and hands
Brought down my plans.
Tripped round and fell and fount,
A shining penny on the ground -
Promise of fortunes yet to come -
That I built into a train
And took the land.
It was a puzzle to me until I learned,
That you can be cold and still get
Burned.