Ravings of a Nomadic Mind

As the sands of time flee

I stare into the eyes of destiny

Fate tempts me to sit and rest

Destiny dares me to stand and be

I am tired, I am sleepy

Rest looks tempting as can be

The sands of time are

Scattered with the brave and hard souls

Resting till eternity

No I will not die

Fade away silently

I take the next step

So that one day I can stand and be – stand and be