Compass

As I sit upon the sands of time

I look upon the ocean vast.

Tinkering with this little ryhmn

Remembering the past.



It's not so hard to look back

As I smile out at this sea.

I wonder how the sands will shift

If I remember thee.



Don't move to fast

Nor go to far

Lest ye open thy old wound.



I urge ye not to exert thyself lest hollow you will find.

I much prefer to view the sky, it's musical clouds so kind.



I wonder where the heat will go

When hosts it won't recieve.

I do not care, I do not know,

I find it odd to believe.