• “I do not exist, we faithfully insist.”
    A mantra spoken to a dark and starless sky.
    “Where should I go? Hell I don’t know…”
    Struggling to see past this soulless fog in my eyes.

    My plans all fell apart... I knew it from the start,
    I can’t build a castle if it’s only made of sand.
    To a man who doesn’t know, the wind will only blow,
    Tearing down everything made with fragile hands.

    Despair is my only binge, I throw the sand into the wind.
    If I’m not made to build then a digger I will be.
    I dug a six foot hole, where in which I placed my soul,
    Covered it up and set a course out to the sea.

    The sea denied my will, onto my raft it spilled,
    Threatening to take my only bit of life.
    So into the wind I cursed, a wish unto the Earth
    “Let me live but a mere moment void of strife.”

    A moment I did get, one filled with perfect bliss,
    Then cruelly ripped from me with my broken heart.
    My form no longer a man, but a golem made of sand.
    Sorrow is my only fate… I should have known it from the start.

    In my fight with fate I did spot my mistake,
    I can't steer a ship if I am swift asleep.
    So I opened up my eyes to find the clearest skies,
    My heart began to soar and my eyes, with joy, did weep.