When I was sixteen I built my first chair

as I grew older I built more stuff that I didn't ever dare

things like houses, cars, even a working drone

then I open my eyes and its gone gone gone

The cyclone hat came and now is gone

was the one that destroyed it all

through day and night it struck

punishing anything with no heistation

it was just nature's way of confiscation

now my life's work is gone gone gone