Don’t Dig Your Own Grave

Futile is the effort

When you build your castle

Upon shifting sand.

Like time,

It displaces between your fingers,

Slips away.

Digging diligently,

You toil for the spoil

Of solid ground,

But the sand mounds around

You-

The center of a cratering pit,

Not realizing it,

Are scooping yourself,

Bit by bit,

Into a living grave.

Where one’s essence decays

In the inner cave of their soul.

Through striving, there’s denying

Of who you once were,

Still are,

Could be.

And for what?!

Why set your castle on sand

If there is royal expectation?

The rock in the core of your being

Is the same on which you should be leaning.

Dig there

Build there

Be there.