You’re given an hourglass, sealed upon your birth
So few grains, through a predefined girth
Sealed in destiny, defining your time on this earth
Until you fall from your precarious perch
If this hourglass were a tangible thing
Would you allow the fat lady a stage sing
Would you try to count the grains therein
Knowing your fate and what it would bring
Identify and isolate that last grain of sand
Keep it secure in your sweating hand
Heat it, bruise it and make it expand
So it will not go through to the promised land
Our destiny is pre-planned to a higher design
We have no say, we can not decline
We can not condemn we can not malign
We must accept the passing of the sands of time
Ray Gorring 2009
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