Counting the Grains of Sand
I see the future
And it's something big
Something I've wanted
Ever since I was a kid
Something so great
That I shake when I think
About the life
My future will bring
But the time is not now
And I sit and I wait
While I watch the clock hands
Traverse slowly 'cross the face
And I wait as I count
Each grain as it falls
Through the hour glass neck
To the bottom of the bulb
And it drives me effing crazy....
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