The movie ends, the credits roll
The adventure, however, has just begun
Back to home base with a mission in mind
Introducing the expert builder to his son
What Dad founded his son would inherit
Now trusted with this sacred stash
Excavated from a dusty corner of the closet
The build imperative returned in a flash
Laid out before him, the infinite spread
The elder brick boneyard he knew so well
Generations of imagination on standby
Just itching to burst out of their shell
It’d been decades since his last build
But the ritual was well preserved
Combing the chaos with nothing in mind
Trusting that inspiration would be served
The build began with one critical piece
The icon of the Space Lego age
A red shuttle departing a yellow orb
Bound for adventure on the intergalactic stage
The keystone now set, the rest was a blur
Grabbing bricks without questioning why
Functioning well beyond consciousness
Muscle memory selecting bricks on the fly
The build now at a fevered pitch
Random parts gathered and stashed
Though no instructions were on hand
The bigger vision had always been cached
Now the critical moment had arrived
Order rendered from a chaotic array
The son appraised his father’s work
He witnessed an expert build on display
What had begun with a family movie
Awoke a dormant Lego maniac
And the chance to rekindle a passion
Rolled the clock three decades back
Staring down at his space-age creation
Dad marveled at his instinctive moves
The “illegal” techniques that fueled the build
And how legacy filled in the grooves
Rediscovering the boy in the Dad
He was finally ready to let go
In the grip of his creative obsession
He was able to Lego his ego
