In instances of life,
and its numerous
fortunes & misfortunes,

                                                      It is us we learn about


and not the world.

Oh honey,
Sometimes it’s the timing that’s wrong
Not you.

They speak sand
A million grating opinions
A blinding, scathing storm
Made to leave you raw

They speak sand
So take it with a grain of salt
And douse the world in water
So instead of raw, you're polished