The sand's of time

The sand’s of time pouring slowly thought the hour glass of life… how quick everything comes to an end. The last chapter of the book of your life is wrote… the last page falls to a deafening crash as the book is closed.
Everything is moving…Nothing is coming…Still I sit still and wait…My mind in a constant debate…
When will the silence end?Where did my life begin?Was it when I was born?Or when my heart was grown?
Where did my love come from?Where as my faith gone?As I sit and stare…No sound comes to my deaf ears…
Everything we know today changed tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes for it’s birth bares the exit of today… the today that never ends. Yesterday was once tomorrow… then today… now and again it is yesterday. What is a morrow? When you awake are you in a new world? A day dies and brings night… then night passes and say rises. Is this a morrow? A simple word founded by whom…? An enigmatical sense of questions and searching for the masked answers. Time passes, day and night trade dominance and this is a morrow! Cunning… this junction of answers to questions. Yet, I have asked no true answers.
No sound…No words…No emotions…Nothing
A drop of waterMy name calledLoneliness growingSomething is here
No… just my mind… giving itself false hope. Then the silence breaks… my wait is over and now again I can go forward.