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. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    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.