The moat was built to flood
Like a boychild that built his castle
To be destroyed by his whim
Controlled by the waves of emotion
And I am the tower
Crumbling beneath the forces
Of controlled nature
Like all mankind likes to believe
He can wield the sword of passion
To control
When he does not even understand
What makes it grow
But I am the tower
Built with the intent to let fall
Under a force you believe you can control
And I am left wondering
Why I allow myself to be such
Like sand
Malleable and weak
Yet everlasting in its sound
And
Still
you wonder why
I choose to try
To be like a stone.