Time
slips through
my grasping fingers
as I search
for something tangible
to pin my spindling
thoughts to,
caught like threads
and tangled up.
My reach finds only a temporal flow
of shifting sands.
And time
slips away.
Time
slips through
my grasping fingers
as I search
for something tangible
to pin my spindling
thoughts to,
caught like threads
and tangled up.
My reach finds only a temporal flow
of shifting sands.
And time
slips away.