Limited are the capabilities of a person
Futile are our attempts
To be anything more than just
Human. The sand runs through our fingers and
Like a child
Clumsily we bulldoze
Our mighty sky scraper like sandcastles
With just one fist
As we desperately
Try to make up for time lost by lost mistakes
onlookers watch
From years in the future
As they try to rebuild the world which once
Wasn't overpopulated with children.
