Scatter

The echos of our yesterdays resound in steps throughout this maze while whispered winds sing songs of past their tunes don't tell how long we’ll last A ticking clock's duplicity is taunting with its mystery from merely moments meant to be to life beyond a century We ease our minds, insisting things exist like flying clocks with wings or seconds standing on two feet while time rolls down a one way street No telling time to change its ways or how to pick who goes or stays we’re forced to ride the very wave that drowns the ones we fail to save We reach for what escapes our hand caught by the breeze like grains of sand that scatter far beyond this earth long after death, before our birth