I spend so much time
Pondering the fleeting
Sand drifting down
As if it were aware of
Each particle caught in
The crashing torrent
Of time itself
Is the grain of sand aware
Of the role it plays
When caught in the
Marching advance of
The whorling surf
And tremulous undertow
Of the tide
The utter impotence
And complete ignominy
Trapped eternally reaching
To escape the cloying
Irrepressable truth that
You are but a mote in
Poseidon's eye.
Pondering the fleeting
Sand drifting down
As if it were aware of
Each particle caught in
The crashing torrent
Of time itself
Is the grain of sand aware
Of the role it plays
When caught in the
Marching advance of
The whorling surf
And tremulous undertow
Of the tide
The utter impotence
And complete ignominy
Trapped eternally reaching
To escape the cloying
Irrepressable truth that
You are but a mote in
Poseidon's eye.
