[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

How Sand Moves

Sand can be coarse, sand can be smooth
A substance of many faces, multiple truths
But one thing is for certain, about this sand
It is your life, slipping through your hands

Grind up in mountains
Scattered across rock
Sand is everywhere
There is no lock
Nothing to stop us finding it
Not the largest expanse
Except yourself, of course
It's slipping through your hands

When you see sand
The smooth type
Whether on some secluded beach
Or even hardly in sight
Clench your hands tight
And take it in your arms
You'll never forgive yourself
For losing that smooth, natural love

When you see the grainy sand
You'll be inspired, alright
What you want for your future
Not yet come to the light
Chase it hard and chance it well
Because it's your future
What you need to have
And it's slipping, as per the spell

And when at last your body
Your own private beach
Begins to grow weary, begins conceit
You will look down
Down beneath
Just how much sand
Has piled up at your feet?