Build and Fall

Day by day

Hour by hour

You build yourself

A grain at a time

Each thought

Each experience

Sits upon your base

Delicately at first

But solidly at last

It takes the shape you build

One grain at a time

Each unique and beautiful

Each grander given time

But in the end, by death or by tragedy

All you are is sand upon a blacktop

And no matter how many layers you add

A storm can strip them all away

In an instant