The Demise of Time

Like sands Through the hourglass My thoughts percolate Between instant gratification And long-term resolution. Like an unfaltering pool Of sinking sand My dissatisfaction agglutinates With foolish gibberish To obscure optimism. Like a withering stalk My shrivelling aspiration Matches and clashes With swelling inertia Resulting in dispiriting Deprivation of direction. Like a valley of ash My barren essence Gasps for restitution - For a preserving elixir To cogently overturn The demise of time.