Black Sand

When you find your early your already much to late all this time now you over compensate A rush towards the front so we can crawl to the back always flinching from the timely attack anticapation explodes towards the surface flooding out release its only purpose Timely ruin erodes the youthful heart corroding the edges lets it fall apart age and wisdom go hand in hand the curse of life has only one demand youth and vigor go hand in hand but at that point we dont even understand in the end we return to the land all these things we were crumbles away into black sand A hard life takes a serious toll no one to help you madness takes control lonely hearts lightens the soul to run the great race headlong towards the hole some live life as a perfect dream while others mostly cry and sometimes scream good deeds leave nothing to redeem we all lie in dirt or so it would seem time and space go hand in hand we all must suffer there every command pain and strife go hand in hand alone we fall and alone we must stand in the end we pass to the land until we fade and crack turning into black sand writing this down its quite hard to think today could be it id be gone in a blink pondering the end leads to the brink no matter how high ones soar everything must sink it seems to be a very grim notion no matter how hard you swim your consumed by the ocean live like some mad commotion but time moves straight it knows no other motion life and death go hand in hand no matter who you are you see others life’s are so grand fools and liars walk hand in hand each of us all carry these life’s long brand until the day we return to the land once particles of icy cold lifeless black sand all of us are dieing only some know when cant control the future but we are were we’ve been the endless void a thought Iam not akin ill go when I go and not until then perception is something you have to be in to see our lives stretch and then grow thin So many hits we take in the chin but the harder I’m hit the wider I grin because one thing is certain on your journey you’ll be hit over and over again shame and guilt go hand in hand for all our troubles the end cannot be planned love and loss go hand in hand we hold so tight by the thinnest strand until we sleep in the bosom of the land when all of this returns to black sand