Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Masters of Our Own Sandcastles


:: Masters of our own Sandcastles ::

So here we are, yet another day I wait for you.
Up in my tower, another half an hour...or two.
Day by day the plans, you promised to make.
The tide rolls through but they, can't possibly break.

Down we fall, a graceful crumble. People left to stare and stumble.
Nothing here to prove this ever existed.

We are all masters of our own sandcastles,
Playing king and queen of reality.
One by one, we build them up high, reaching up to the sky.

It's not your fault, you couldn't come last night, so when?
On my knees, working from the ground, again.
Clouds looming in the sky, still I turn my blindest eye.
If you see what is at stake, it won't be that way tonight.

Down we fall, and nothing lingers.
People like to point their fingers.
Nothing left to prove this ever existed.

We are all masters of our own sandcastles,
Playing king and queen of reality.
One by one, we build them up high, reaching up to the sky.

The waves crash in.
And wash away the foundation.
We start again.
Clinging to the memory of remember when.

We are all masters of our own sandcastles,
Playing king and queen of reality.
One by one, we built them up high, then they fell from the sky.

I pick my shovel up, and turn around.
My feet sinking on, this shifting ground.
A handful of sand,
A scattered dream that maybe tonight....

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