A good day
Makes for a worse night
A night of being slave
To the powerless hourglass
Full of crisp dry sand
From some far away land  
Where the beaches are clean
And swept twice a day
To maintain there perfection
And nauseating glimmer

While here I am
Staring at it's grains    
Waiting for all hope to fall
And my time to be up
Because I love this moment
love it to pieces
I'm lucky
And if I could stay in it forever
And ever
I would
without the slightest hesitation
But while all I can see
Is this invisible hourglass
Draining the imaginary time
That I have left
I can see the sun rise and set

And I was here before

I used to stare
At the beautiful clocks on the wall
And fell with a bang
As they stopped.