in days, i seek you as my want, my peace of mind, and the will to be as though i am,

i feel the sores spreading on my feet as i stare at the paved streets,

i gaze at this hour glass of mine, as i sit on waves currents, with the movement of oceans rhythamless beat,

i cross this beaten path of oasis, seeing the illusion, mirage, a water fall for thirst,

planting a seed as my mind contemplate the belonging of my hunger,

i go over and over again in my stare as the sands of the hour glass drains down, counting, with grains, no number displayed,

i faulter through time as i travel the decades, i am lost time and i still do not know what is it seek,

i am the clock on the wall that follow you,