Loose as the sand,
Life flows from my grip.
Seeping through the crevices,
Percolating into grooves.
As I lay basking, numb under its coarse grains,
I feel it playing hide and seek,
Oozing from my every pore.
Just when the out pour overwhelms me,
And I strive to escape
the rigmarole,
The hour glass is suddenly turned,
And in flows the sand
again.
Filling me with life,
Bit by bit, grain by grain.
