the rains came down
and the rivers rose
and the winds blew
and that which was
a solidly built structure
gave way in the storm

no fool was involved
every caution was taken
but the skies had decided
the house had to go

that’s what faith
and bettering myself
seems to earn me
a cycle of growth
then unfair destruction
then picking up the pieces

has me wondering
if the foolishness comes
from trying to build
anything at all