In The Falling of a Grain of Sand

Ponds are stirred
Truths and lies unfurled,
Questioning constraint and capacity
Balancing victory and tragedy

Thrown about, but it's by my own hand
Opening my mouth to shout, but drowning in sand
The sands of time, pouring with such pressure
I submit, suddenly what such pleasure!
To see death unfold in every instant,
Opposing the persistent nature of creation,
and entropy... a mathematical derivation.

This world, inherently without reason,
Countless languages giving it rhyme,
And death heralded by the passage of the seasons,
A single moment is extended in time,
into en eternity, intended to contain,
The quantum mystery of uncertainty,
In a single grain
And the band marches on,
So we dance, we dance, we dance till we die.