Imagine a sand castle. A wave, another, a whole tide washes it away And you build again. It's futile sure, but while the work disappears, the effort lost, the skills remain. You began with a mound of wet sand. Satisfied with its simple ability to stick together. It's destroyed Over time, after many many tides You build a fucking masterpeice. It's destroyed but the skills remain. Sand each grain like a moment Some moments slide
