A shifting of sands,
A movement of continents,
A revolution of the Earth.
In fleeting breezes, you'll catch it,
Hiding,
From the obvious.
Behind my eyes,
Can you see my smile form on the edges of sanity?
I lost track of my thoughts and they ran away with me,
Leaving me only shifting sands and a revolving door through which all begins and ends.
Track my futility down,
Like the dog it once was,
And watch as time grabs at your ankles and pulls you aside.
You were a friend and more when I needed one,
And more than you needed to,
But your spell has worn off now,
And the sands shift once more...
By Ben Jones
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