White walls, white buildings, white clouds, white sky
the familiar tune a stranger whistles passing by
through the twists and turns of this city that I know like the back of my hand,
as I rebuild on the edge of the water the castles of sweat and sand
right after the water has ruined it,
our burden as humans to build and watch it be destroyed
only to build it again and watch it fall.
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