The Hourglass' Wand
Are like the magician's wand
Stringing every move and thought
You're such a pretty marionette
If you could
But you miss the very point
Of living
Your rapid breathings
Equalling rushed actions
And ultimately inconvenient choices
And worn out lungs
Naturally and unfazed by your wishes
Until you begin to value each one
Let the ticking hands be
For every drop of grain
In the ancient hourglass clock
Is a chance to truly be.
Image credit: Samer Daboul
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