3.

Things just run,

They run out of hand.

You’re grabbing on too long

The enchantment was too little.

She picked the child off the floor

And she told her,

It’s going to happen.

And then she turned around

Went up the stairs and cried just a little.

They just kept blowing away.

Like the breeze.

The cold winter breeze,

Or wait, was it the summer?

She’d lost track.

She knew how to be happy

She just didn’t know why

Why did it all still bother her?

She understood didn’t she?

Was it all, too much?

Was she too ignorant?

She watched every grain of sand glisten and flow away

Each, on a journey of its own.

It hit her that she was the sand too

Was she not?

Why didn’t she flow away like them?

She swam where they flew.

She kept wanting to fly,

Was her swimming flying

Time would tell.