We are living on borrowed time
Amidst our fortunes and pain
an extension of the sand
A twist to the hourglass.
We all should have died
When the world ended .
Instead we are statistics
people that survived the fall
Plowing on through daily struggles
Lost in the quest for more
something meaningful.
Life can't be this bland
All hustle and no glory.
Someone wrote us in
And forgot to write us out.
We are merely the forgotten
Holding on to thoughts
That someday the clock
Will bring us to the end of time.