Bozard - Hourglass

What today is sand
Once used to be wool
Clogged in the slot of
A child's hourglass
A door would slam upstairs
Nineties' football noise
Under the duvet
Time would dialate
Slept through the slow season
Woke up on quick sand
Here weeks last an hour
Speed of time's enhanched
Words would weigh a ton
Or nothing at all
Colours had faded
'Twas either black or clear
Slept through the slow season
Woke up on quick sand
Here weeks last an hour
Speed of time's enhanched
Slept through the slow season
Woke up on quick sand
Here weeks last an hour
Speed of time's enhanced

Written by:
Giorgio Cosentino

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