Art and Poem by Me. Music is ??? by ???, but it's not mine. Art done with colored pencils, pencils, india ink pen. __________________________________________________ I see the world through different eyes I watch as ponies come and go seasons flying by Yet no one notices Time flows in a rushing current but I stay the same Things that were once important fade away Buried in the sinking sands of the hourglass that flows constantly Until the sand runs out My sand will never run out Yet all the ones I loved have already stopped their glasses have already run dry tarnished by the weather covered in a soft brown sprinkle of the dust they come from Yet I am still waiting for the day mine will run out too __________________________________________
