In the Hourglass
By Nathan Owens
You gave me this Who are you I don't know where it's going, What I'm doing here At this time, This horrid time You destroyed this Why have you The sand fills the bottom Of the soul machine At this time, This generous time In the hourglass Another soul is fading I block out the present And focus On the past, The hopeful past And I recall The many years gone by I take a look around At this wasteland What have we become What has become of our lives Written January 27th, 1999 © on Nov 08 2000 03:49 AM PST 0 • 1
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"You gave me this..."