Here is a hill that I have chosen,
To build a house that will become my palace.
One that rises from the sands,
Past the sky,
And to the Heavens.
Used confusion as my base,
And molded my walls from failure.
Built my roof with the finest timber
And bolted it tight to shelter my anger.
Then once I finished with all the labor,
I lived in my palace of dreams,
Accompanied by a man called Joy and another who called himself Pain.
Neither over powered the other.
But when they did, came a man called Rain
And he flushed the house with laughter.
Once we all sided with Joy,
Pain came just moments after.
Now I stand upon this hill
All alone in my dreams.
And watch my palace burn to ashes,
Once a butterfly flapped its wings
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes