Razed Castles

So much changes,
all remains the same.
Its been said before,
by men of days gone.
What we cant have,
is all we die to have.
So we cry in the dark,
over razed castles we never owned.
Spilt milk we'd never drink,
sour grapes.
And the world turns,
and turns again.
A lot more changes,
a lot remain the same.