Sand dunes roll

off into the distance,

to a faraway place

I wish not see.

A soft yellow,

a glaring gold.

They glint

in the dying sun.

They fly

in the shrieking wind.

They swim

in the crying river.

The sand dunes are many.

I know not the numbers.

I fear to know.

I dare not count.

So I don't.

I  roll in the sand,

I bathe in my tomorrows,

I look to the sky and dream,

of what I can achieve,

and of what I cannot have.

The grains tick

through my fingers,

some lost, some spent,

some wasted, some used,

some forgotten,

some treasured.

All eventually lost

to the gray

surrounding me,

stretching behind me,

and in me.

Author's Note: Why won't Wattpad let me center this??

This is just an edited version of sand. This one is even more vague, so I'd just made it a bit clearer by changing the title :) (I hope)