The Hourglass

A chat and a glass, a song and a kiss. Give in for memories and it will cost you your title. Your home and its history, the stories written between the walls of it. They won′t carry you but I'll help you write new ones.

We were characters in a

dream. The reasons to try

fell around us like rain.

We couldn′t tell them

apart so we watched them

on their way down the

drain. Then you wake,

a bit older, a second

chance by your side.

And you know a bit

better than to watch as

streams and rivers...

One day out of hundreds.

A night, a week, history.

It did not take more than

that. It cost you your title,

your home and family,

the years you spent on

building it. I helped you

remember what should

or shouldn't have been

remembered.

We were characters in a

dream. The reasons to try

fell around us like rain.

We couldn't tell them

apart so we watched them

on their way down the

drain. Then you wake, a

bit older, a second chance

by your side. And you

know a bit better than

to watch as streams and

rivers pass.