e build palaces on the beach
On the wet sand with tides lapping at our foundations
We build castles knowing that they will fall
But we do it anyway

They play a fleeting game that never lasts forever
They play a temporary game because it's fun
They play not to destroy but to build
So I too will to build

My destruction will not be by my own hand
But by the tide slowly pulling everything apart

I will build my sand castle to stand tall,
its spires catching the light of the setting sun.
I will build my castle to inspire awe,
to be envied and remembered.
Even when the tide takes it,
maybe its memory will remain—
etched in the sand, or in the hearts
of those who saw it rise.

So I will play,
to build, to create, to live.
Even knowing the tide will come,
I will play.