MY LITTLE SANDCASTLE
Life is like a sandcastle.
Though I build and mold,
The tide is always there.
The thousands of grains,
Grains used for creation.
Slide away into the churning foam.
I ask and wonder how and why,
But no answer comes to me.
What significance does this hold
is there a hidden meaning?
If so, is it only a dream?
All the pain I feel inside,
It eats away at my soul.
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