Hour Glass

Written by: victor dixon

Hope is drowning in the hour glass
and all the answers disagree.
I thought I knew, I wish I’d asked.

I lost my way reading maps
like a novice out to sea.
Hope is drowning in the hour glass.

Sedated my ego and choked on laughs.
Formulated an identity.
I thought I knew, I wish I’d asked.

Built it to watch it collapse -
and ran away ignorantly.
Hope is drowning in the hour glass.

Beneath the rubble, a smoldering past
And the cost of what was thought free.
I thought I knew, I wish I’d asked.

All the sweat burned to ash.
My soul is a chimney.
Hope is drowning in the hour glass.
I thought I knew, I wish I’d asked.