Pull me out of the quicksand that I am so comfortable in.
For it swallows me whole and spits me back out.
The grains of sand slowly build and fill my mouth until I can`t shout.
My eyes close until it is pitch black and my body adjusts to the cold.
Ears drowned with silence yet a constant ringing echoes.
In my head are a thousand thoughts for when I hit the bottom, there`s no way up.
But I refuse to be stuck
and I`ll make a way to fight.
Suddenly the sand wears thin
and I see the light.
Free.
I begin to rise
and the trap releases me.
I bask in this glory
and the sand remains in the hour glass.
It pours without me in it.
Beautifully,
time
will
pass.
