Soliloquy of fate, through
Ominous eyes and untold tales.
These moments passed are the last,
Seconds burning the hourglass.

But what can be done?
Let go of today and take the forgone-
Hold tightly to loose strands of time,
Unraveling and losing them still.

Just let the sands pour through,
because the clock is ticking;
Don't digress or halt to wonder
While miles of life ease by.