Time Forgotten
Turning the cool grains of sand over,
As the four blades of a ceiling fan,
Beats the room's air into submission.
Time in a moment then forgotten,
It slides through the neck of the hourglass,
Falls and gathers once it is turned,
Never a course to be ever returned.
But above the sky takes no notice,
Stars are more abundant than that,
Of falling grains of sand in an hourglass.
Sky is much grander than finger blades,
Of those that rotate in a bedroom.
Everything will appear to be nothing,
When the cosmos is taken into view.
As we step a bit outside of ourselves,
The pathways will start to unwind.
A darken mind shall always see the light,
Through the doorway will be delight,
On top of a hillside will be the world,
Above the world we will see tomorrow.
No matter the number of our problems,
Stars will always outnumber our sorrows.
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