The grains of time drop like never ending rain
No amount of desperation can stop the precipitation
of such a delicate and timely creation
Piling up one by one in the same location
Never thinking twice about their destination
We can all make our own explanation,
with just the use of our imagination
But in this situation, there is no room for realization
Time will flow with the same acceleration
No matter how we interpret this information
So listen to this hour glass and its personification
Not asking for any appreciation
Just your acceptance to trust its navigation
Into the world of time.
Where the grains climb and climb...
and climb.
So, build your sand castle midst the grains
Pile high your hopes and dreams
Stand out among the identical stones
and conquer your mountain of fears
Be the hour glass and count your time
For you also could be stopped
if He were to not flip your hour glass
to start once again.
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| Drip...Drip...Drip |
