While You Were Sleeping

While you were sleeping
and while you are awake
The dust settles on my boots
My wheels are greased by pizza
My fingers sore and wounded
with these tools in my hands
taking sweat, blood, and tears
Nothing is ever easy
and sure as hell not free
But who said it would be?
My material is in order
and I added a few beers
with one foot in the land of nod
I am living my own dream
Built piece by piece
with all the other dreamers

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