As the grains of sand softly unwind
inside the sparkling glass of time,
As rivers of moments past
swirl down the hourglass,
As the thoughts of what once was
meet with what now is,
I strain my mind to comprehend
what the remaining sands will to give.
As chances taken reveal chances lost
battling a sea so tempest-tossed,
As our understanding ebbs & flows
setting a course to no-one-knows,
As we rewind, replay, and do it again
expecting the loss and hoping for a win,
I reshape this glass which contains my sand
with heat, pressure, mind, and hand.
As the dust settles for a short recess
reluctantly, I must confess,
As I fan it out to scatter towards the sky
the dust always finds the same place to lie,
As I reset the glass which contains this life
to avoid a drain plugged with strife,
There’s no clear reason to let time win
So I shatter the glass and begin again.