Doubt

This empire is not good
Its foundations are weak
A sandcastle
Waiting for the tide
I am afraid
I am a fly
Tangled in my own web
Truth is the wind
That will blow me away
With one breath
She shall blow me away.
I am a snowflake
Trembling in the blizzard
Saying:
‘Am I not original?’
‘Won’t I melt to the common drop
Soon as I land?’
See this weed
It has no root
Strong enough to produce
A pleasant flower
Still the sun shines on me.