I now drown in the sand of time, Lost among the dust and grains. My next step is uncertain, Because I cannot see ahead, And my heart wants to eject itself, Right out of my chest. It keeps beating an thrashing Against my broken ribs, As though a bit of a bashing Could rid it of its chains.
It's a startled animal. A bull fighting for its life; A fawn stood at a gun's point; A fly stuck in the spider's web. It's so scared, so terribly scared.
I try to soothe it so, Singing it a pretty song, Until it trembles a little less, And feels more at home. Because one thing you should avoid Is having a heart that is too scared of loving, A heart that tries to fold inwards and disappear At the presence of another. A heart must be brave. No sands of time should get it Into the state where it's no longer connected To your very own veins, And causes only pain.