these grains of sand passing by I find are like the memories of lives gone past and as these sands of time flow through my mind I wonder when I will find the key at last
living in caves searching the heavens fishing in streams and hunting my meals and each morning as the sun star leavens my mind turns like stone age wheels
a million years have come and gone I suppose a million more will pass on by the age of man has hardly dawn I look up and wonder why
why am I here just what is my purpose sometimes I feel this is such a cruel game in this ring of a crazy circus am I a fool should I feel some shame
some say just keeping faith is all you need I think that's a hopeful guess you cannot know from where came the seed it is impossible to say truly yes
many before me and yet more will come to trudge through the desert of life the sands of time shifting beat like a drum and we dance on to music from the fife
I can only hope that when I have gone no one will shake their heads and say he followed in line just like a pawn retracing steps of another day
once again I look to the sky ever searching for inspiration divine feeling tears fall from my eye tears of all mankind not just mine
Gomer LePoet...
when peering into the universe I feel even smaller than a grain of sand