The hourglass turns on the table,
Knocked over on its side
Spinning round and round.
The sand won't fall now
And time has gone
As it spins I hold still, and watch
As time and my breath are in the air caught
Hang still and eerie
In the room around me
Pushing through the stillness
I reach out a hand,
pull the hourglass to its proper stance
and thus begins the dance
stretching across the room in leaps and twirls
time begins to blow and curl
faster than ever it whirls
and now the room I stood in
I only stand when inside my mind
The memories of this room, this place
Over the length of the dance have begun to fade
And make me wonder what ever made
Me turn that hourglass straight
