Construction Site

A city's never built, it's always half
Until the ruin fills with tumbleweeds
It's held together by scaffold and gaff
With cranes to place the crossbars that it needs.
I can't imagine one that's fully done
Without more patches coming in due time
There's always something new to be begun
Some new skyscraper just starting to climb.
And so it must have cracks, from stretching skin
As growing pain will always come with growing
But that won't mean that new things won't begin
Just that they'll come without a planner knowing
Like grass in sidewalks, new things come to be
Grow old and are replaced perpetually.