Crumbling

Once upon a time
In a land far away
They told me I could do anything
Anything; and everything

And so I did
I built up a palace
A palace of my dreams
But now it’s crumbling

Why? You may ask,
What went wrong?
I’ll profess incognizance with tears in my eyes

I can provide you 4000 words full of excuses
In an attempt to make up for the builder’s incompetence

But it really shouldn’t be surprising
Because in this world
Of earth, of glass, and of stone
Everything burns, everything breaks, everything crumbles

It has been, since centuries
And it will, for eons to come

There’s no use of crying out
There’s no use of seeking help
This is metamorphosis, the cycle of change

New builders will come
New dreamers, new writers
They will make new palaces; stronger ones

That will take longer to crumble
But none of them will last
Because in a world of earth, glass and stone
Everything burns, everything breaks, everything crumbles

And this is why
I’ll profess incognizance with tears in my eyes
Because in this world
Full of crumbling rafters, crumbling hopes, crumbling dreams

I wanted to be unbreakable.