We were grains of sand
Slowly moving down the funnel
Falling to our death.
Not knowing one flip could resurrect us again.
With time we went farther down,
Dreading the loss of time,
But we need not worry
Because the hourglass shattered
And our time wasted away.
But before we could escape,
The glass was repaired
Somehow
And we continued to sink.
But she, oh she,
That one grain of sand,
She made it through the cracks.
Free from the cycle,
Determined to change her path.
But what she did not know
Was her fate had already been determined.
And her only liberty
Was that of a bigger hourglass.
And so she was still
Just a grain of sand
Slowly moving down the funnel,
Falling to her death,
Not knowing one flip could resurrect her again.