The Man Who Built His Dreams Upon the Rocks

There was once a man,
He built his dreams on the rocks.
He thought that they could stand
As long as he wants them to
Because they're build upon the rocks.

And so layer after layer,
And year after year
He toiled. Like there's no tomorrow
And existed for his dreams
Because they'll all stand forever on the rocks.

Years passed and his dreams were steadfast.
They neither wobbled nor did they sway.
But the man grew weary
And he stopped to look around,
Upon everything he has created on the rocks.

He saw everything around him,
Remained strong and beautiful.
"The dreams shall outlive me," he said,
"I have accomplished what I have set out to do."
But still, he grew more pensive upon the rocks.

More years have passed and the man has aged.
He is greyed and his sinews tired of toiling.
And through his dimming eyes
He saw what he failed to see
While he was on top, building upon the rocks.

For lo! He has clothed his dreams
In fine stones and solid timber
But he forgot the inside and had left it hollow.
The emptiness reverberated and the echoing sadness
Killed the man who built his dreams upon the rocks.