Hour Glass
Looking to the hour glass I see. I see the sands falling gathering in time for I see,
I've wasted my time wondering then doing,
Upon this time in which I speak I need to be.... Free from the earthquake crack that separates me from everything,
Looking at the hour glass I see. I see I lure myself in a point of time where,
Confidences, Change, Hunger, and Will came to combine into one that you'll see.
I look back at the hour glass to wonder why,
Where the whereabouts of myself in each line,
Why I come to realize now not before,
Hour glass that's running out,
Would I achieve if you don't run out.
Hour glass by Dan P.
Written: 3/11/16
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