The empty space within my head

That burning silence I do dread

The empty sheet in front of me

Left blank without creativity

A string of life, a single strand

I let it slip through my hands

And it will always haunt my soul

Until the last bell does toll

Time is not a simple step

So easy to understand

The world does not just sit still

 In the palm of my hand

As the threads weave and connect

And move within their own realm

Changing the future soon forgot

Brittle as a wooden helm

Do not forget so easily

That which you always see

The truth fortold within your eyes

Never covered up by lies

It always moves, it always goes

The sands of time always flow

A simple mistake that I did make

Another life it did take