Empty Nest With Shuttered Dreams

Reclusing in my solitary lair Empty nest with no engineer, consort Sparsely furnished with building blocks for a brighter day Enshrouded by walls that elicit dreams, hopes Alternately, that limit my size and scope Upscale plans to renovate bland lifestyle To lay the blueprint for a new, broader course Caged by my nominal status and working class background Burnished with colloquial, mundane mortar Blank slate on which to construct a higher order But shackled to a past decorated with a static border Misery compounded by the encroaching, empty spaces Contented to loiter, pine my detached estate Slowly molding the finish so I can climb the staircase of fate