The Sand

Life is a total waste of time,

It is merely a long march down a road

With a colourful and much desired nothing

Settled in the middle or just near the end.

Day after day, it is a fast run to seize it

With tiredness and immobility you may go bust,

Or lucky enough, you may reach the target,

And you squeeze or just smell the colourful nothing

Then your march is over and so is the game.