The sands of time keep marching on,
while the waves wash over me.
Like a statue standing there,
won't someone set me free?
I want to fly above it all,
and see beyond tomorrow.
This I'd do and much much more,
if there were wings that I could borrow.
And if I,
can not fly..
Let there be one here for me,
to love and hold my hand,
as we dance and play within this sand.
This sand of time and morrow.
Published on September 1st, 2022
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