All of the perfection the human mind can handle

Sand castles with twigs in the towers.
A flower tucked behind your ear.
Spinning with your arms flung out,
forever and ever.
Innocence was such painful bliss.

Touching the sky without the fear of falling over

Nothing can happen
to my castles.
He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me...
I never tire of the spinning feeling,
and forever is ever so far away.

At that moment that you realize that you are not exempt from dying

That kid just ran through
my castles in the sand, and
I can't bear to kill a daisy just
to adorn my hair. I know that
if I spin too long, I'll fall...

But oh, the falling.