I envision that
I stand in a sea
of rolling sand dunes.

They roll away
to a faraway place
I wish not see.
A soft yellow,
a glaring gold.
The sand shift
in the dying wind.

I do not know
how many dunes there are.
I fear to know.
So I don't try to find out.

Instead,
I roll in the sand.
I bathe in my tomorrows.
I look to the yellow sky
and dream of what I cannot have.

Minutes, seconds, hours.
They tick through my fingers.
Some lost, some spent.
Some wasted, some used.
Some forgotten,
some treasured.
All lost
to the gray
surrounding me,
stretching behind me,
and in me.

Author's Note: I'm more than rusty, and I was already bad before. This is just so... bleh. Not sure if my meaning and what I'm talking about got across, since it's so bad, so... let me know! (get the reference anyone? No? Hint: it's related to song titles. No? Okay.)

Sorry. I'm just mentally wired to spit out references when I'm obsessed with something and at the worst times. Anyway, thanks for reading! Bye!