existence

like sand slipping through your fingers
life moves a grain at a time
each grain representing a mistake, a revelation and an eternal prophecy
about the tempo of time in the track of life
of how life is a time in which each grain must fall
fall through that slender pear shaped glass of the hour
we are the conductors of such movement
we define our own course, our explicit actions
our lies, secrets, truths and memories are all locked away in this capsule
one grain can be the catalyst of a frozen life
cut short by the shameless actions of the conductor
let us never see this hourglass shatter
for life is far too precious to be destructed by carelessness