Stack all you can see around
all you can set hands on
you work and gather and you build.
to lay foundation you first cast the sand,
Forget about the efforts,
about the time it takes
about the people you should care,
because you set your own foundation
you have to earn a comfortable, good living.
Here come the walls
the windows , the second storey
and you finally set the roof.
The mansion is so beautiful,
it’s solid, steady and unshakable,
just perfect to move in.
You give it a final touch
and you’re just about to end.
The weather looks so fine,
it’s sunny;
there is no threat,
no challenge to your house.
Yet, on a Sunday afternoon
a cloud pops up at the horison
the wind just starts to blow
and rain drops fall
out of the blue clear sky.
Then in the blink of an eye
cloud layers get together
now the sky is all covered
in black, thick venging clouds.
A thunder storm is trying all your work.
What seemed unshakable is now so shaken.
What seemed steady is now turned to pieces.
The cracks rise up the walls
the roof comes down
blown by a burst of wind
it crashes all you’ve built
You knew it was just sand,
shifty fundation,
walls of plaster
thin boards.
And now before your eyes
is crushing to the ground.
All you can see is debris and piles of sand.
Stunned,
Your dreams have scattered;
as if you hadn’t known
this could have happened.
You’re down and out,
you’re shattered.
Because you have indulged
in fool illusions,
that you could still build
castles in the sand.
