We sit in our houses to think,
drown our thoughts in empty sinks,
gather the change for a drink,
stand in quicksand just to sink.
We will soon be gone in a wink,
double timed away between blinks,
no sound quietly away we\'ll slink,
memory of our presence will shrink.
Time is coming to hold us tight,
for the darkness to mold us right,
to pause our heart beats daily fight,
to walk towards the brightened light.