Scattered Dreams

Thin walls surround my scattered dreams,
Enclosing them, and building them,
But just before they reach their height,
The wind again, to shatter them.
So weary bend my back again,
Enclosing them, and building them,
Then the strong wind comes again,
I sadly watch them fall again,
To weak to build the wall again,
To dust they turn, they blow away
In years I will recall again,
The battered dreams of yesterday.