Sand of time,
slowly swallows this body of mine.
All the dunes look the same,
this land became foreign.
Sometimes I wake up
by the sand filling my throat.
I have almost surrendered to the quiet desert
but now I'm crawl up in the moonlight to stand.
Drying my eyes, clearing my sight.
In front of me stand a man,
thin in his coat.
He is swaying in the wind,
half his face is a big sick grin.
He looks happy with tears in his eyes
and I realize that he's me in disguise.
I look down at this man,
while he sinks down into the ground.

I'm letting go of who I were,
there's nothing to gaining the past.
I see clearly that I'm not more than a grain
in a vast ocean of sand.
Nothing really matters,
That's why I'm free,
The mirage of the world scatters.