I'm Just a Brick

I'm a brick and oh so lonely, sitting here a hundred years. Dry as dirt...oh if only I could shed a single tear. Here's my story, forty stories, up way high above the ground. To the left and to the right, looking up and looking down, all the bricks are just like me, an ocean of monotony. Yes, we share, but we don't talk about the life here on our block. Two years past, I fell from this wall, and preyed someone would miss me. But whether below, or returned- way up here, I knew no one would kiss me. Birds above are everywhere, people below hold hands and walk. My life though, all take for granted, sitting here day after day. If my life was more enchanted, I’d gladly be a brick who’d say: “I’m a brick, a happy brick, happy to be where I stay.”