I stood on the hands of time.
I felt the movement, but ignored the signs.
I couldn't see the minutes pass,
Like a sundial in overcast.
He turned the hourglass upside down.
And placed it next to an infant's nightgown.
The sand flows from its very first breath,
And won't stop till it has nothing left.
Was it on our side?
Did it bend or break?
We're left with memories from the moments that it takes.
I'm always stopped at a crossroads,
But time keeps running, still.
It never stops. It never will.