i am one to talk
in my head i rule galaxies
glitter glimmer shimmer
carrying tonnes to spare the time

i pardon the satchel of hopes
like a pendulum
swinging and swaying
waltzing back and forth

tick tock tick tock
mimics the hourglass,
its contemptuous spine of granules
are close to burying
a hole on the ground

oh crystal skies
you were once so blue

now i face the darkened hall
air filled of hunger for time
and i take the final cup
of orange, purple
and blue.