quicksand

Grains of time slipping through my hands

Providence messing up my plans

No control wherever I stand

Surrender and sink deep into quicksand

The sonnet of life

A series of sighs

In between, I catch my breath

But I'm gasping for air with

Grains of time slipping through my hands

Providence messing up my plans

No control wherever I stand

Surrender and sink deep into quicksand

Grains of time slipping through my hands

Providence messing up my plans

No control wherever I stand

Surrender and sink deep into quicksand

Marionette for the masses

Wave my hand, bat my lashes

Is there freedom within the form

A caged bird still has a song

Grains of time slipping through my hands

Providence, what about my plans?

No control wherever I stand

Surrender and sink deep into quicksand

Grains of time slipping through my hands

Providence messing up my plans

No control wherever I stand

Surrender and sink deep into quicksand