Sand in Head

Time teaches. You learn to love a little more, the ones you used to hate.
Time limps as you learn to hate a little more, the ones you used to love.

Time walks like an old man. You learn a little more about the world, about life.
Time crawls and bugs buzz inside your head.

Time and distance, they teach you to care more
The sight of ticking clocks deafens you, and you don’t care.

Time passes and you learn to trust less, love less.
Time does not wait, and you keep looking for true love.

There is sand in your head, making it heavy.
Let it breeze through the webs of your fingers. Let it meet the air, water, and earth. Let it go, to where it belongs.

Honey, stop the time and ask yourself what you want, and what you need. It better be the same thing.
And then when you look at yourself in the mirror, you can look into your eyes. The hands of the clock will be still. You will live in the moment.

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