Sand and Arrows: The Hourglass and the Clock

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Sweet smell of happiness,
Childhood seems farther away.
As the hourglass drains itself,
Memories are wilting with days.

And in times of stress,
My mind and thoughts were contorted.
For a breath of happiness,
To my short-lived dreams I resorted.

Exposed to reality
Disposed of the carefree
Planted in from of me,
Molds what I should call “the enemy”

Two arrows, twelve numbers.
A mechanical clock ticking frivolously,
And the sand of the hourglass sinking gently.

Stale scent of happiness,
Absent warmth, I can’t explain.
As the hourglass drains itself,
Memories are fading away.

And in times of distress,
Mind and body--maximum exhaust.
It didn’t take too long to confess,
That against time I fought.

Meaningless matter
Material things
If they are shattered,
Time will not seize.

Two arrows, twelve numbers.
A mechanical clock ticking frivolously,
And the sand of the hourglass sinking gently.





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