In Honor of Michael Wilson
Sands of Time
One can only give so much…after a while the person begins to fade…their souls begin to
crumble…and their heart begins to stop.
Their masks which they held so perfectly begin
to crack…the smile in which the bore for so long begins
to diminish...and their eyes begin to dim.
They become a shell of their former selves…and once
they do we throw them away for they are no longer
of use…but we forget something very important.
They are only human…as we are…and we cannot live for an
eternity…after a while one begins to die…one begins to
wither away as the sand of time begins to slow.
One can only give so much…but without receiving anything
in return...one begins to fade into the dark abyss.
One can only give so much…after a while the person begins to fade…their souls begin to
crumble…and their heart begins to stop.
Their masks which they held so perfectly begin
to crack…the smile in which the bore for so long begins
to diminish...and their eyes begin to dim.
They become a shell of their former selves…and once
they do we throw them away for they are no longer
of use…but we forget something very important.
They are only human…as we are…and we cannot live for an
eternity…after a while one begins to die…one begins to
wither away as the sand of time begins to slow.
One can only give so much…but without receiving anything
in return...one begins to fade into the dark abyss.