Why is it that the softest of all waves can make
this sand castle crumble into the water?
While the sunshine lights up every little drop or grain
my sand castle’s standing firm and pretty
as a wave of you comes and washes it all away..
Oh, what to say?
It’s the illusion that’s forgotten splitted into little grains,
It’s reality hitting every door and windowframe..
It’s the sea, making love to the sand in the most enigmatic way
Or it’s just life, telling the sand castle it wasn’t meant to stay.
It’s a fragile sand castle versus a powerful wave