Sands of Time

Dali called it 'Persistance of Memory'

I call it, the Sands of Time

Exodus! Exodus!

There lie barren sands and swamps...

 

Melting time, merging space

Life goes on

Here and there...clocks and cuckoos

I stand and stare...

 

 I watch the watch,

You watch me

Everyone's looking

For an identity.

 

Pictures speak

A thousand words

Whispering secrets

You and I have never heard

 

And life moves on

Dreams fade

Into the Sands of Time

Away...Away...