Half sifted sand was
all that I could get
Like hourglasses that
I found too late
I wrestled with the
writer of my fate
He let me win and
I could not forget
I don’t want it
to be meaningless.
Making the days pass
on like long shadows
It’s only thoughts that
block the sun from me
A shade where it’s
impossible to see
For better or for worse,
while sand still flows
the fragrance writer 