Slow build

Ground up. Build me prairie style then put the extra levels. Make me well-covered, well-read, well-deceived.
We see the big city as a big place where God is a little closer. A suburb can go on forever. It can be fine, bland, perfect.
I've built the foundation for my building. I even have materials, too many in fact. The construction workers are all looking at women.
Let my eyes wander and they'll fall on the path of least resistance. the path I was born on, kept in, and buried under.
It's a slow build back, up, and into. Into the fray, the beautiful mass of uncertainty that swallows me up and kills me.
I hope I come out so I can know that the stomach acid has done its job. I will be produced by a change of environment. Raw materials are nothing from something when you put them next to each other. Creating nothing.