I’m building houses out of cards that are as fragile as my dreams
Part of life’s illusions, it is never what it seems
One puff of air disturbs it, however big it’s grown
And the whole structure will come crashing down
I’m building castles out of sand but they soon will wash away
The sea will take the sand back when the tide returns each day
Nothing to display for all my efforts on the shore
A smooth damp beach just as it was before.
I’m building pipedreams out of hope, which are a shadow of my mind
Like smoke, they fade and wither, there is nothing there to find
I’m building castles in the air, which are going to blow away
Which goes to prove that dreaming doesn’t pay.
a hyperrealistic fantasy digital illustration of a boy standing on the beach, looking up at the clouds in the early morning. he is imagining that he can see a beautiful natural landscape in those clouds, he even sees a medieval city. Everything is beautifully lit by the light of the morning sun. 16k ...