Crush Me

Powder blows with the wind.
Proud hearts build castles
expecting an eternity
of nothing but bliss.

The artificial edifice
soon falls like a house
made out of playing cards
built on a mere wish.

Take my name from the lottery
I don’t want to play anymore.
There’s too many tickets sold
Promising all too few prizes.

I burned all the bridges
that I had forgot to cross.
So I stand in silken deserts
Watching the dust blow by.

See the dust glittering
as it blankets the wind
forming in it a figure,
One to which I fell in.

And yet another castle falls,
Raising up a dust storm.
The winds whistle a cheery tune
To see the edifice destroyed.

So does the dust dissipate,
and I’m laying on the ground-
Smoke rises from distant bridges,
And the wind whistles loud.

{CK}