Like a child I play,
Among the pebbles and the sand,
Building dreams from grit;
Into a world, alone, I stray.

As the water glides closer,
Creating more materials to build,
My never ending dream-scape;
Built for me, or was it for her?

Higher go these course walls,
Reaching above my thoughts
Until away they slip;
Crushing waves remove all.

And so these waves take me,
Like my loose-sand halls,
Quickly tossing me back;
Out to that confusing sea.