Sand

He woke up this morning
and got nothing on his mind
another day - empty and in line
the time won't change
where to go from here?
lost effort to get away from fear
he was becoming angry
he knew not a thing would change
he felt so worn out gasping for derange
no hope
he didn't count on that
everyday was a fucking steady combat
it felt like
days won't change
weeks won't change
time won't change
but then it seemed
the hours were on the run
the sand was continuing flowing on
time did not stop
so did he die
no need to worry about the goodbye