The Sands of Time

Here, there, everywhere,
The sands of time will fall,
The facts, the laughter, the fears, the hopes,
The sands will all fall off.

Times change as the master writes,
The fate of all in the soil,
The hopes, the fears will all come to naught,
As the game of life unfolds.

Coming perhaps from the attempt to feel,
All emotions of the soul,
One heart, one mind, one little thought,
Too much in too little time.

Maybe the game is all about,
Learning how it is to feel,
Perhaps the tremors will all come to rest,
When I finally cease to feel.