Hour glass

for Who am I

to pledge and walk alongside

for Who am I

to decide the interactions between the sandcorns

I am simply someone reciting the definition of Insanity

I await in my room just to observe it's decay and replacement

from paperplanes to paper of grades

Who am I

To judge the hour glass for how I have spent my limited time

I can only point one finger towards the reflection of the mirror glass.

I am an construct of my own mind

my own thoughts

I am

the best today

but yet this feeling of content leads to ashes

nothing but circuits frying

nothing but a self-deconstruction.

I am the last sandcorn

having the choice to be illusional and stay above every other corn

or

accept the fallen faith and reconsider my space

I am my own enemy

I am my own laziness

I am my own letter of reflection

How can someone strive with no Goal?

if this hard work that never betrays me isn't my Goal,

then what is my destination?

Doubt of overcoming

Self-awarness of the decay

The constant reminders of rose thorns

or

The knowledge of someone being there

The hope and belief of a better day

The Trust in the individual

Did I ever tell you the definition of Insanity?

for Who am I

To hope for a change

when I only wait alongside this growing rose of thorns

A rose that will never outgrow or overcome

this

Hour glass