These sands of time keep trickling down,

From within the hourglass, I see everything around;

Creating only hurdles, the infamous companion of chaos,

The prodigal son, the bane of our cosmos;

But uninterruptedly it flows,

With it, surprisingly, everything goes;

I see excitement less often than despair,

Everyone around is always unprepared;

I sit quietly, the grains dropping on me silently,

As I see the world around change undoubtedly;

These grains keep falling, the stop for none,

Insignificant when individual, together the pages of life 

they burn;

The accessories of anarchy, the symptoms of anxiety,

These grains will witness the fall of your society.