to be not once, but twice cast aside

like a perfect idea, perfected once again

obsolete, rides the ebb and flow of tide

I helped hold the waters back long enough,

long enough for waves to wear my walls

and to see your kingdom flourish

yet, once erosion runs its course

I crumble, collapse to the ground

remaining here, unperturbed

admiring my place in the grand scheme

every kingdom must expand

now, but a pile of stone surrounds

naturally, you'll loathe the blemish

but you forget the intent

of which this wall, had stood

if your ambition surpasses your vision

as you build a wall to further hold

the tide at bay, to keep a kingdom growth,

then you shall see barren days

no man can fight a nature's strength

be it his, the moon's, or Earth

the waves will soon retrieve their ground

regardless of your birth.