One to the next
melting
without much thought
we float
not knowing the day
or caring for the way
we can’t buy it back
It is gone
Blended days
so subtle
so bland
extracting life
from each grain of sand
this sand that falls
from one day to the next
some simple
some complex
They rip and they tear
each one that descends
from life to death
Leading us to amends
