Castles

I make castles often and quite often
As all the lazy people do...in dreams
My breath, my pat, my care and my force
All I apply in making its shape
Without a thought of what it is
And when the mighty tide comes ashore
It takes away all my efforts
The truth is might and hence the God
The castles of my ego are all the lies
So should I be the happiest
When the weak and worst in me is wiped away
By the currents of truth and strength