Sandcastle

Kristen Tejera

Daydreaming

My head’s in the sand

Every thought falling

Each one a single grain

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Have you ever thought to wonder

How when burned, sand becomes glass

It is ready to become a window, or perhaps

Stained glass, broken glass

Swept away before the dreams are realized

It is

Falling, falling trickling slowly

Gems of precious glass, sand

Burning, akin to flames themselves

Falling, crumbling down

Through an hourglass of life

Meteors of falling thought, this falling sand

Smoking in its rarity, trailing in an odd purity

Running out

Time, time, gorgeous time

Gone, gone, never there

A peculiar daydream, burning away reality

But then I remember, how you’ve just got to love the world

Chained though we are to a singular rhythm, pounding, beating, a timepiece to blatant fear

To stagnant life

Shall we be content with a mere beating heart, existing

Or shall we set the soul on fire, and glory in the madness that results from living

Falling through

What will it be?

Explode in shattering fragments, breaking the ticking hourglass of life

Or watch as each grain falls through, suffocating your chance at ever getting to thrive

Suffocating, deprived of dreams

Your head’s in the sand

Always daydreaming,

Just sing this happy tune