I'm drifting in and out of sleep. Watching my dreams find There Way In between This consciousness And the one that's inside of The  time. This world is made of quicksand. We're everything sinks and it's hard to find a hand To hold on to. When one hand is Full greed, And the other Won't let go with the money, We sink into A bottomless pit Empty of what life needs to breathe and live In a world that won't forget how to give inside a land made of quicksand.🤑🤑🤑😭😩