Poetry

The grand illusion of reality
Stretching far as the eye can see
Don't give up today for tomorrow,
Don't give up the rest of your life so early.
Yes I know you love him
Or at least you think you may,
But if he leaves you empty-handed,
Then what'll you have to say?
I try to help you out,
Yes I try to lend my hand,
But I don't want to break the hourglass
And spill out all the sand
The time goes slipping by now
Just know that when the last grain falls,
I'll be here to help you out,
And I'll stand here through it all.