Reverse the sands of time
and travel across the ocean
to a sandbox in China
an ocean away
grab a stick and draw in the sand
Now flash forward
cross over the ocean
to a sandbox much smaller
and within reach
What could be going through her mind
while she experiences this stark contrast?
I carefully watch her expression,
she goes into a state of disconnect
Containing my own emotion
I watch my little girl stand
contemplating
foreign sand
My life is in a box,
Filled with sand.
Full of moments and instances,
That overflow through my hands.
Sometimes I question,
Why I live this kind of dream.
Where everything is chaos,
And madness is to every bit extreme.
My life is set on sand,
That sinks my feet.
It keeps me afloat everything else,
While burying monsters beneath.
Sometimes I wonder,
Why I settle for this kind of dream.
Where anything can happen,
Like my feet seeping through the streams.
My life is set in a sandbox,
Of familiar make.
It is my very own substance,
That nobody in the world can ever take.
Sometimes I query,
Why I settle for this kind of dream.
Where nothing is out of my reach,
Not even the unseen.