the chronokeeper

waiting for the sand to fall on the ground
to measure what was after what
just every grain of sand that counts
to know where in the time we have to cut

small pieces laying in my mind
i divide my moments by my blink
to know where the are to find
just take care the important dont shrink

i hold the clock on my right hand
knowing the right time for anything
she reminds me where i stand
where is the end and the beginning

if one passes away just dust remains
every moment dies alone
there are none of these great constraints
that people will not die meaningless on there own