quicksand

Grains of time slipping through my hands Providence messing up my plans No control wherever I stand Surrender and sink deep into quicksand The sonnet of life A series of sighs In between, I catch my breath But I'm gasping for air with Grains of time slipping through my hands Providence messing up my plans No control wherever I stand Surrender and sink deep into quicksand Grains of time slipping through my hands Providence messing up my plans No control wherever I stand Surrender and sink deep into quicksand Marionette for the masses Wave my hand, bat my lashes Is there freedom within the form A caged bird still has a song Grains of time slipping through my hands Providence, what about my plans? No control wherever I stand Surrender and sink deep into quicksand Grains of time slipping through my hands Providence messing up my plans No control wherever I stand Surrender and sink deep into quicksand