Little Grains Of Sand

From this mountain top sunrise
Nothing ever mattered more
Now
The only way to go is down
A round rock might beat you
Edges of experience and pain
Rounded smooth over centuries
Longer it seems
Time like distance
A mile a week
A make-believe  photo
Of you on a beach
In mexico
Little grains of sand
Are all that is left
In the grooves of your tires

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