The dry specks of sand
Sail with fleets of wind
They sail across the hungry land.
The clocks of time
Have no power over the sand
They cannot stop the dust from flying.
When the sand is thirsty.
The sand is free
Because there’s nothing to bind them together
In one direction,
They can never be
All their fleets are at war
With battle madness,
Whizzing endlessly
United they cannot be
Just like sand
We are all specks of dust
Because there is no substance
Which binds us as one.
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