quicksands of time

Grasshopper

Maybe its in the lines
I'm starting at my hands
maybe its the sands
maybe it's just time
The voices are all spouting jive
growing as they blend they bend
the shadows on the rock are falling
calling out to your my darling

so smack yourself a kiss and wish
your dish does not come cold
trying not to break this ever-growing mold
the sharks are coming for the fish

maybe he's the reaper
I saw it on the cards
the joker on the bardge
quiksand sins they thin, they spin
floods of turmoil bury me deeper