Time can go by slowly or quickly
Much like our own fragmented lives
Yet time has its limit
Much like our waning strength

If it passes too slowly, it halts to a stop
Freezing like a porcelain dancer trapped in suspended animation
Yet if it passes too fast, it will shatter like frozen glass
But for we live in normal motion

Trapped inside a glass pendulum
Wavering ever so slightly
Framed by wood as golden as a river of liquid sunshine
And surrounded by the grains of time, flowing smoothly to the bottom

Soon the seemingly endless grains will tick down to nothing
And so will our fragile world
But will it go out in chaos?
Or will it go out in silence?

Only fate and her sister destiny know the answer
As they control the flow of time
They keep us trapped here
Imprisoned within the deadly, and ever beautiful hourglass