this desert of ours, it’s bigger than it used to be

how do we find our way out the

scientist says we look for water

as the sands never lead you wrong

the holy man says we should look for god

as he will forgive all

i say we should look below

for none of us have considered

that this isnt quite a desert

isn’t quite real

and we aren’t quite awake

the scientist says it must be sand

for we are thirsty, and when the wind whips

we find ourselves hiding from the sting

the holy man says it is gold

we must resist the temptations

of satan, of man

for when the light strikes it

we all feel the pull of greed

i disagree

as i feel the sand begin to sink

just slightly, just barely

i tell the scientist, the holy man

i think we are in an hourglass

and time is slipping away from us