The farther one gets down the road, often is there a heavier load.

The more you travel, the easier it is to unravel.

People quashed under your feet, just like gravel.

Some roads are paved, yet some are not.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

It's not about staying together, or falling apart.

Nor is it about filling space, in your already empty heart.

Not about where you end, or where you did start.

It's about when, rather than then.

The sands of time, if you will.

These sands, will flow with or without you.

Flow, wherever they wish to go.

Underwater, and aboves the waves.

Underground, and through the maze.

Yet no matter where the sands may roam, thoughts will eventually lead to home.

Just hope when you get there it hasn't moved on.