Like Sand Lyrics

I rose from the sadness of many a poet's rhyme

And quelled the flow of tears destined to be mine

I quenched the fear that one day this body will lose its prime

Convinced I'll take another and trump mortal decline

So – detached – I wander, no sentiment to haunt me

Still one fear I cannot shake and it forever daunts me

Each instant that arrives

On top of all eternity

Forces out of sight

What is or what seems to be

Each second that we cast

Is really a second to none

From first to the last

Is lost and forever gone, lost and gone

There's a great deal to be said, but only few are willing to listen

The gift of clarity demands to be paid in pain that its dawning elicits

The present is here-and-now objects, the past but an imprint on these

A state of affairs we remember, its presence beyond our retrieve

The instants that emerge

On top of all that's come to pass

Are forced to converge

What is and what fails to last

Each moment we belate

Was already sealed up and done

Won't last, it won't wait

Another has just begun

Lacking any bearing on a sterile plane

Barren all to come, empty all before

Spinning turmoil, static feign

Our oasis afloat on no ocean to no shore

Infinity in the palm of a hand

Fata morgana of an upward trend

Cold light of day poses its own demand

Blows all to vapor (no definite end)

Transient consciousness never to land

Ticking away in a castle of sand

So trivial seems our relevance

Slips through our hands

By the end of our song and dance

Impermanence

We need to seal our remembrance

Self-importance

But leave nothing of substance

Leave nothing of substance

So trivial seems our relevance

By the end of our song and dance

We need to seal our remembrance

We don't leave something when we leave the substance

The first thought when I wake and the last before I sleep

Is that the future is here

And I am not in it

In the state and the form I'm so eager to keep

All I know I hold dear

No, won't quit

We are grafted onto this

Inescapable continuum of frames

No-one escapes

Every moment adds one to the pile

Thunderous cascades

Another file into the archive of games

That we shape

These fragments shape the fabric of our "now"

Is this knowledge a gift or a poison?

Recollections are all one, they can't be separated out

From this tesseractic prison

Are we complicit or just numb, manacled by doubt?

My efforts to appreciate drown at an increasing rate

"Enjoy it while it lasts", it seems gets pulverized into the stream

And so my boundless reverence for having my own song and dance

Settles, calmly turning bland, with all the rest into the sand