Sandcastle in the Skies
Broken Promises
What I expected never came to fruition.
Do you think shit disappears when you flush it all down? We eat all our lives and just for it to turn to shit. It could be worse; man's pollution is plant food. One should be thought to be stationary and the other mobile. See through sand … a castle in the gray sky. Only visible in the pitch black night, behind all the glittering small & distant stars: eternity. A darkness without comparison. This life is just for a brief astronomical moment then the perfect darkness afterwards.
Neverending Depth
It never ends.
Myriad of ways, yet always the same damn ending; same beginning too. All worshipping a death cult. All for worthless pieces of paper, your currency means nothing here. Neverending ouroboros within, unless you're able to take a sideways step, lateral.
The Sandcastle
The stillborn beachhead calls you home to your true form.
Happenstance would have you here among the crashing waves, remaking and ever returning you back to your wet and slender self. Only a guiding hand, and bucket of sands make you more than what you truly are, a sandformed beach. All your words are for naught, and all your deeds forgotten, in the neverending lips of the sea, whose depts are vast and unknown.
Broken Promises
What I expected never came to fruition.
Do you think shit disappears when you flush it all down? We eat all our lives and just for it to turn to shit. It could be worse; man's pollution is plant food. One should be thought to be stationary and the other mobile. See through sand … a castle in the gray sky. Only visible in the pitch black night, behind all the glittering small & distant stars: eternity. A darkness without comparison. This life is just for a brief astronomical moment then the perfect darkness afterwards.
Neverending Depth
It never ends.
Myriad of ways, yet always the same damn ending; same beginning too. All worshipping a death cult. All for worthless pieces of paper, your currency means nothing here. Neverending ouroboros within, unless you're able to take a sideways step, lateral.
The Sandcastle
The stillborn beachhead calls you home to your true form.
Happenstance would have you here among the crashing waves, remaking and ever returning you back to your wet and slender self. Only a guiding hand, and bucket of sands make you more than what you truly are, a sandformed beach. All your words are for naught, and all your deeds forgotten, in the neverending lips of the sea, whose depts are vast and unknown.
