How do I go from one day feeling on top of the world,
to the next, feeling smaller than a grain of sand?
Maybe I was a grain of sand
as I sat on top of the world,
and a light breeze
or slight tilt of the earth
left me floating down beneath the toes.
My hopes and dreams must've washed away,
and instead I'm left with only one goal:
I can't get caught in the quicksand
or I'll spiral out of control.
How does a grain of sand determine its own path?
Is it possible?
Impossible?
Am I left to follow the tides?
How did I diminish overnight to becoming something unseen?
A grain of sand, that's the definition of me.
