As a bit more sand makes its way out,
through the crevice in the hourglass of mine,
It's seeping away, since I fell in love,
My sanity, A thing called life.
I watch it burn, I watch it fade,
The memories in a darker light,
And in the ramshackle I've built along,
I find my crinkled sight.
It slithers away so gradually,
I wander around for a hint to peep,
but as the melting snow it seeps,
no coming back, no repeats.
All this time when I was finding myself,
In the heat of sun, the blaze,
I wish I went deep down,
and somewhere in your heart,
someday, somehow,
I wish I made a dip.
