The sands of time slowly trickle-
Each bead taking one more moment away.
What is the use,
When life is so easily over?
When we have only a little while,
What is the point?
Why I test fate when all you must do-
Is tip the sands back in your favor.
As they plummet down-
Grouping in a pile-
What is the point,
If we are all to die anyway-
Why must we live-
It’s just more pain anyway.
What is the point?
These damn sands of time.
