Time

Time is like sand is like grass is like clouds

Ticking and slipping, fading, and gone

Passing, used, vapors in the wind

We can not hold it, it slips through our fingers, only seen from a distance

Now and never, ever and always, changing but the same

The immediate, the past, the future

Hours, castles, sunsets

Nothing remains, nothing is left, nothing to be kept

But

Time, Sand, clouds

-- 11/30/05

Josh