Shifting Sand


Your hunger for the impossible

For things you can never touch or control

Makes me sit back and shake my head

You are full of your own desire

Centered firmly on shifting sand

You have fooled many with you cunning ways

You think I am waiting for your scraps

In the beginning I was

The tables will one day turn

And it will be You, who will wonder

Where I am

Why I am

 

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