Grains of sand
Units of Land
They belong to sea
They belong to me
Units of Land
They belong to sea
They belong to me
Like time they work
Every whim each quirk
As tightly you try to hold
They disappear from every fold
Every whim each quirk
As tightly you try to hold
They disappear from every fold
What's lost that you see
You repent you flee
You try again the same trick
This time the sand is as quick
You repent you flee
You try again the same trick
This time the sand is as quick
Are your eyes open now?
To reap later, here you sow.
Are your eyes open yet?
Time's your master so tells this sand
Whom you just met.
To reap later, here you sow.
Are your eyes open yet?
Time's your master so tells this sand
Whom you just met.
- Had originally published this on FB in Jan-2016
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