The Hourglass

Far

so far away

there's an impulse in your brain

it remains invisible

but it's waiting for a day

In the maze

of the ego's secret place

you'll detect your other self

always silent

still yourself

The grains of sand are pouring down

what was then will not be now

you're staring at your hourglass

ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Close enough the old book of hate and love

study life to learn to die

till you utter

your last cry

Feel your blood

getting frozen getting stopped

you don't have to fight again

no more living

no more pain