Time Slips Like Sand (Remastered)

Deliriously moving, slightly grooving, sliding sideways and blindly proving. Proving what? That your word is your bond, and your mind is your song, Where what you say is the thing... It’s just that… you’re being. Your temples are pulsing because your heart is thumping. Your mind is racing but only because you can’t stop pacing. Every step a loop, every loop a phase, Caught between dreams and a memory haze. Time doesn’t stop— It slips like sand, Through desperate hands, Quickly, smoothly, tragically… And always bends. Yeah… always bends. You reach for silence but the static is loud, A whisper turns into thunder in the crowd. Truth flickers in the glitch of the light, And certainty shatters just out of sight. You hold your breath but forget to release, Searching for chaos disguised as peace. Every answer fades, every question spins, In the echo chamber where thought begins. Time doesn’t stop— It slips like sand, Through desperate hands, Quickly, smoothly, tragically… And always bends. Always bends… again… again… But suddenly—stillness finds you, A moment of clarity rewinds you. What was blur becomes shape, becomes real, And the wound you carried begins to heal. You rise—not perfect, but awake, More whole in the pieces you had to break. With eyes wide open, no longer fleeing, You’ve made it through… You are triumphantly being. Time didn’t stop— But you learned to bend, To break and mend, To lose, then send Your soul into the sky again. You’re rising now. You’re being now. You’ve found your when. You’re being. You’re being. Deliriously… Triumphantly… Being.