My Vacant Lot

I once had a vacant lot. It had a decent view, but other than that it was pretty plane. Kind of boring. It needed something. Then I decided that we would build a house there. My plans where wild and extravagant. A marble and gold mansion with royal red carpets, ice sculptures, a pool out back, a fountain in the center of a beautiful garden. A palace that would put the Taj Mahal to shame. We began construction on this magnificent abode, following my plans perfectly, but when I was putting on my finishing touches something odd happened. They stopped building. The had just turned away and walked off, distracted by other tasks. I still needed help, I couldn't maintain this place by myself. I wondered why they would just quit like that. I needed to know, so I questioned them. They responded with a wreaking ball. The meticulously carved granite sculptures turned to dust. 30" tall stain glass windows shattered and fell to the ground. The water in the fountain became dirty and murky. The palace was destroyed. I put my tearful eyes upon the ruins of my our once magnificent home. I turned to them and asked them why they would do such a thing. They shrugged. They just didn't feel like working on it anymore. I have been clearing my vacant lot since then, without their help. Every now and again I will look at the scarred land and think about the glorious monument that had once been erected. There isn't much rubble left, a few gargoyles' heads, a few dead flowers and weeds. But the grass doesn't grow there anymore, and the remains of the fountain still spray the occasional spurt of thick, muddy water. I hope for someone to come and rebuild a home with me. Perhaps they will return and make amends. Regardless, I will start with something much more humble.