obliviousfocus

Once we were children
and the sands of time
pressed between our toes

Immortal in our souls
our fears were not yet found
as we tossed our hopes into the ring.

But they would not let this stay
those who grew out of their dreams
plucking away what we felt

Innocence bled through our fingers
while we were shaped and molded
to form their image

The sands we grew to love
turned to glass
and we fell bleeding to the bottom