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Sunday, February 19, 2006

The Sands Of Time

Imagine if we could control the sands of time
There’d be no mistakes, no fear of death’s chime
No heartaches, no quarrels, no bus that we missed
No lost friends, long forgotten nursery rhymes

And what if we decided to let time stop for a day
And walk to the earth’s end, never losing our way
We’d eat all the good stuff in the world, stuff ourselves silly
And in the end when we’re done, we’d never have to pay

The earth would be populated to the very brim
No space to move, no space to swim
Planes unable to take off, ancient kings and queens
We could see Hitler and Osama, fighting over menial things

It would be the end of privacy, the end of being alone
No need to treasure memories more than you would a stone
Nobody would treasure much in their lives
No joy profound when you reap what you’ve sown

Maybe it’s a good thing time’s not in our hands
So we’d look to the future and cherish the past
And there’ll always be things we don’t understand
So we’d learn to trust and follow our hearts