Hour Glass
Like a funeral in an hour glass,
you wonder, how slow can time pass?
Soon the sane will dissipate
fulfilling the end you anticipate,
but not soon enough.
End? I call your bluff!
This will go on forever.
The simple hour glass is too clever.
Makes you wonder if you're insane,
pain.
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