The sands of time remain in constant motion.
Slipping away like a thief in the night,
with the moments I swore would last forever.
The wheel of fortune spins faster and out of control.
The tighter I cling to it, the more rapidly it drains away.
Surrender is the only option.
I will slip and swirl with the monstrous current of change
like a rag doll in a hurricane.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
The sands of time remain in constant motion.
Slipping away like a thief in the night,
with the moments I swore would last forever.
The wheel of fortune spins faster and out of control.
The tighter I cling to it, the more rapidly it drains away.
Surrender is the only option.
I will slip and swirl with the monstrous current of change
like a rag doll in a hurricane.
