I Hate Sand
It starts real slow
Just one little speck
Then more and more
Soon it's up to your neck
So you drudge through the sand
Day in and day out
Life's struggle gets harder
Your head filled with doubt
Unsure what to do
With the time you have left
You start to feel anxious
From the thoughts of your death
So you stay in your room
But know it can't last
Because the sand's almost out
In your life's hourglass
Copyright © Tomas Vazquez | Year Posted 2016
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