Friday, July 22, 2011



It seems like every pillar I build,
Is always destined to crumble.
That every stone I set,
Will find a way to tumble.

Every castle I build,
Always rests on sand.
Then the wind whisks in tossing it away.
I just don’t understand.

I’m honest and truthful.
I’m generous and polite.
So I huddle in the muck,
Wondering if I’ve done right.

I know about the pillars,
I comprehend the sand.
Why does every single thing I love vanish?
I just don’t understand.

Danny Gunter

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