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

Sand Moves Swiftly

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

The hourglass is whistling ever so slow in your eye
Each grain takes a misjudged millennium
Yet when we take our eye of the clock
Sand moves by in a terrifying continuum
So when you find sand, the smooth type
When you find it coarse, and not worth your time
Know that this sand is gone and smothered
The top half of the hourglass can never be recovered

There is no word to describe how sand moves better
Better than swiftly
In and out, all around everywhere
It's out in a jiffy
There is no way to explain it until you're sitting in the chair
Rocking back and forth, saying: "Where has my life gone?"
You will look down at your feet
And wish all that sand you wasted had not been lost.