Sand Castle

The sand grains washing away one by one, weakening the walls of the future. I have given up, tired of the futile race against the overpowering waves. My arms have lost the naïve alacrity of childhood with whose strength they had enthusiastically built the strong base, the now-weary walls. People had said it was very good, that it was beautiful and real, that it would last, that it would triumph. But soon I turned my back to frolic in the sea, with its deep, unknown, mystery and intriguing motion. The sea swept me away and for the first time, I tasted the tears of the many before me who had wandered away from shore. I struggled back to shore, weary and bathed in tears and found the castle wilted, undefined. Now I squat over what used to be my future, feeling the futility with which I try to rebuild it, watching the waves carry it away grain by grain, helpless.