Eyes drip with the sand of time
and moments become memories
as lives end
and others begin.

Do we have no control
over this sort of magic?
Our lives keep moving
and we change.

The grains move over us
pouring from the heavens
molding our bodies
our minds.

To step out from under
is unheard of
taking courage we only have once
before lives are over.

To leave the sand storm of life
is impossible
only achieved after
death.

Make the most of our moments.
Don't forget what you know.
Don't remember what's not true.
Believe.
And then live.






Grad oh nine?

Holy shit.