Take a bucket and a spade,
make some castles out of sand,
stand aside and watch them fade,
where the sea devours the land.
Not the place Id choose to build,
just the place I landed in,
somewhere dreams are lured and killed,
somewhere hope’s a deadly sin.
Wonder why I’m sent to solve,
puzzles I don’t understand,
watching best laid plans dissolve,
caught between the sea and sand.
Curse the dogs who chase their tails,
curse the life consumed with pain,
curse the hope the ebb avails,
curse the castles built in vain.