The Hourglass

Это детско-подростковое какое-то, но я не стала ничего в нем менять....


Read the local newspaper,

To know that I am gone.

I walked out the door,

I forgot what it was all for,

I headed for the shore

I had seen in a dream.

Listen to your radio,

Question your ratio.

Wonder as wanderers pass,

These days no loss makes a mess.

We find substitutes really quickly.

Have you ever

Filled an empty glass? With what? Tell me about it.

Have you ever emptied a cup? What did it taste like?

Should I empty mine?

You know, I’ve been wondering. I’ve been thinking about it.

Should I erase or cross this line?

What are the choices?

Who grants us options?

Who guarantees that the journey will be over

Before it starts to bore us?

How can we look

Into the eyes of the liars

Who tell us they were before us?

Where were we, you and I, then,

Sitting on a cliff,

Sipping sunsets thru a straw

Which was the last for us to grasp

But we didn’t know.

Remember you took the hourglass

And put it on the sand?

The sand of time was still inside of it.

I said, “This is not right,

Turn it over, let the time pass”.

But you didn’t understand.



May 10, 2007