Trickling Sand

The difference in time is never in second,

Eras and eons can just pass by in decades.

The relativity is about one lesson it screams,

That all is not what it seems.

Counting lives through numbers lame,

All trapped in an unending clueless game.

Steps that take you to the same spot again,

They call it progress and never explain.

The age that ripens a sour fruit sweet,

Fails to render the same in this mind replete.

With thoughts and emotions regrets

Of past that turn sour and more with fret.

Spent in a useless wait of a future grand,

The ploughed and tilled yet unsown land.

There goes another moment smirking,

Wasted by choice, an opportunity lurking.

Eyes stuck to the screens lighted blue,

Staring and caring about an online slew.

Of moments and mirth of other's lives,

Dumb and in trance as one's own flies.

Great o' ye trickling sand! For you unraveled,

Man's untold need to be unparalleled.

They embarked on a journey to not understand

Leaving the rich and seeking the bland.