The perplexity of an hour glass.
One has full control over time until their wrist turns
Releasing the little grains of sand into a realm of no return
Where time is collected into a culmination of granules
Into a timeless pit that you can never reverse what has been done
Desperately, the grains fall to the smoothed curvature of its container. Meeting their fate, only to be soon forgotten, as more is to come – to bury the beginning.
The past becomes etched away as the grains continue to fall.
Helplessly, one watches time running out.
Hesitant to do anything else but watch the falling grains, in an attempt to assure oneself that time is still left, after all
Time is controlled within the glass.
Time is lost when all you do is watch.
One has full control over time until their wrist turns
Releasing the little grains of sand into a realm of no return
Where time is collected into a culmination of granules
Into a timeless pit that you can never reverse what has been done
Desperately, the grains fall to the smoothed curvature of its container. Meeting their fate, only to be soon forgotten, as more is to come – to bury the beginning.
The past becomes etched away as the grains continue to fall.
Helplessly, one watches time running out.
Hesitant to do anything else but watch the falling grains, in an attempt to assure oneself that time is still left, after all
Time is controlled within the glass.
Time is lost when all you do is watch.