All starts with a civilized mind,
And then a dream,
And then the plan,
Until it goes on your palms.

Then followed by a significant breath,
And then the dreadful process,
And then another breath,
But this time, it's ragged.

Then there goes another strenuous push,
And another one,
And then there's a breakdown—
An uproar, to be exact.

Till there goes the throbbing red,
And then the immediate replenish,
Followed by an audible exhale,
With a sweet grin.

And then there goes another dreadful process,
And another strenuous push,
And a structure that deserves a thousand grins—
Proudly yelling, "I am complete!"