In the sand of moments<br>A pathway emerges,<br>One life-- one death—<br>This is nothing in the mists of time.<br>Time unravels, unfurls,<br>Walking through reminiscent memories.<br>The doorway to birth closes,<br>And the pathway to life emerges.<br>Time is a stairway to all that is,<br>Ever continuing upwards to a portal of death.<br>One life-- one death—<br> This is not always what it seems.<br>There is not one, but many<br>-- Not many, yet one.<br>The mists of time<br>Churning through the sands of moments<br>Leave a mark of paths continuing on,<br>For the stretch of eternity,<br>Climbing up and ever out of reach.<br> ...The reminiscent memories of time
