There is an island of agony
Surrounded by seas of solitude
And I lay on the sands
Building my own castles in air.
I got the floor tiled on my thoughts
And my sighs got the bricks baked
Rooms I furnished in a night’s time
And brought in a family in no time.
Then I watched my whims taking to flight
And the next day their crash-landing
My castle got under repair
And all moved away in despair.
Now I’ve got to demolish them
Sell the tiles, bricks and space
Once the heart’s command come
there the roof fall right down...
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