A rock, my beginnings
Erosion, time
Sand, the person that I am.
Each grain is a piece of me.
I hold onto this sand
I promise not to let go
But it slips out of my hands.
It falls, oh it falls.
Onto a floor full of sand.
I search and search for it
But it has already blended in.
No matter how much I rummage the ground,
My pile of sand is nowhere to be found.
