words spoken over time

when the hourglass falls flat

the words spill out

in the hands that misunderstand

what the words were even about

Still they scream and shout

getting their point across

for the very last time

But we both know that time

has come and gone,

doesn’t matter what angle its coming from.

Don’t you wish you could understand what this conversation

is even about?

Because sometimes I don’t even know what I’m writing about,

complaining about, the sand in the jar just ran out.

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