When the sand melts into glass will we still be able to gaze calmly
At our reflections engraved in the ground beneath our feet;
just to avoid the eye contact of those ghosts who haunt our dreams?
Are they the same ones that keep you awake?
 
And when the clock ticks and you have to leave will you tie your shoe laces the same way you were taught When you were young? Those little things you never forget,
Like your first kiss with the one you thought you loved.
 
You'll always remember the way you look
Until you glance in the mirror for that split second and you realize that you're not in the frame.
That reflection isn't you.
Like the image in a fun house mirror, you're a monster.
 
Is that monster also reflected in the molten sand glass at your feet? Is that why you won't hold my gaze?
Are you keeping an eye on the monster, or are you holding in your sanity?
Am I among the ghosts who haunt your dreams?  
 
And when the clock ticks away the hours and you lay in your bed with your satin and barbed wire sheets, Am I the reason that you can't sleep?
Do those walls stained white bother you?
Can you, and only you, see the darkness in their blank stare?

When you rise in the morning do you see the sunrise or only the presence of light?
Do you see it's beauty or only the cold calculation
Of the darkness fading into the oblivion from which it was conceived?
 
That shining sand under your feet is cracking.
It's glassy substance is crumbling back into it's original form like that fancy serving bowl you broke
At dinner time when you were only eleven.
Remember how she scolded as she thrust a broom in your hand saying;
“Pick up those broken pieces.” Do you remember that?
 
Oh how you tried, and you're trying now, to gather the sand that slips between your fingers tips.
This dust floats away out of your reach and you run after it
Until you taste the ocean spray on the back of your tongue.
 
Is this the end then? Is this where it stops, where the cliff drops?
Is this where you fall over the edge into what can only be called 'Nothingness'.
Is this where you realize that the sunrise chases the sunset while the moon calls to the sun,
But you just stay in one spot. Is this when you see that every day and every hour the clock is ticking?
It's ticking and it's keeping you awake.