Preserve

Tell me tomorrow
When I come back around
Will you be lay next to me
Or six feet underground
Time waits for no man
I care less by the hour
The world that's surrounding me
Is slowly growing sour
Growing sour
Perception is the hourglass
Catching the sand
Holding the moment
The grains fall persistent
Pulling us ever closer to the unknown
Until we too join those who have gone before us
The distant dune of another's inquiry
The dust of days to come
An end
And a beginning
An end
And a beginning