Hourglass

by StandStill   Feb 7, 2008


This hour glass is so confused
it always seems to change
when i am with you time
it seems
the sand in the bottom contines to climb
however, when i am away
each grain upon the top
seems to stick and stay
the glass sticks to the table
there is no going back
if i could, i am sure i would
but alas

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