mr. timeglass

slamming down on pots and pans
slowly running out of sand
but somewhere in that sandstream
mr. timeglass said to me
it's a crime for you to be alive
a shame that you had to survive

i'm sorry for the pleasure, for the dreams and the love
i'm sorry for the hope and for the prayers
so the devils came from hell, and the angels from above
to tell us all that we're a waste of air.

the midnight sky was clear that night
as the stars swung from strings
as the bleeding city of yellow light
shone on old hidden things.

selling all our pots and pans
we have all run out of sand
and on that glossy surface
mr. timeglass said to me
it's a shame you had to die
you didn't get a chance to try.

march 05, 2021