Head Full of Sand

The realization of imagination decay.

Head Full of Sand.

As I play, the waves delve inside my head,

Inspiring grand thought.

Which develop into sand castles,

So glorious in defense of the secrets they hold.

The story of the structures confuse most as they pity the sand walls,

Continuing life realizing the sand is infertile

And unfit for growth.

So as I watch them pass,

I hamper the day that I walk pass too,

Looking at the sand, wishing it was dirt.

Author's Note

Help with deciding what genre this would fall in please.