Countdown to destruction

We're nothing but sandcastles built upon unstable ground. Apply glue, showcase a fake stability to the outside eye. But our condition is everlasting, as soon as the wind blows stronger, as the tides approach, we crumble, we fall. Just like that the ground is swept from underneath our feet. We were never made to last, we're just here to look divine, even if just for a fleeting second until we meet our fate.