The world spins so fast; time appears to spin along with it
the arms of the clock pivot miles and miles before any notice,
for some the closest thing they have is a simple single minute
that could change a cynic into a glass half full kind of optimist.
Time sifts through the palms of some people's lives like
a night that only begins and ends with a single flickering star,
for some the hours are brought to minutes and even smaller,
time becomes even shorter. The sands of time cascades
through the hourglass as time leaves way for things spoilt.
Sometimes I wonder, why can some remain happy throughout the day
and I can't maintain a facade of a smile with each passing and slipping grain.