Appropriate time of year for Poe -- last Thursday (the 19th) was his birthday. Good idea to turn that poem into a song -- it ought to go rather well. The sand, I think, is Time, mostly: the image comes from the hour-glass. Each day is like a grain of golden sand, there are so few, and they trickle through you hands no matter what you do.
I don't think i've read Poe's poem until now, and wow, i really like it. I think i appreciate it a lot right now, because if my life was represented by the sand, that would explain what is going on in my life right now. I had a bad year last year, but when my doctor said that the reason i was sleeping constantly was not because i was sick, but because i was so stressed out, it was a wake up call! I think the only thing that hasn't happened to me is that no one i know has died (unless you count my roommate's gerbil...) but that could come at any time. Its that feeling of utter helplessness, the frustration at not being able to do anything or stop something from happening. I watched The Life of David Gale tonight... and i must admit, it was a terrific movie, and yet i finished it so frustrated, asking Why? How come it had to happen that way? Why did they do it? And that is the last grain of sand, the frustration at not having been successful in your full-hearted attempts at making a difference.
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