Stand the merchants of time
They'll sell you an hour or so
It won't cost more than a dime
But what will you do
With those extra grains of sand
Is it better to live in the now?
To move on with the day at hand?
The tide is coming in
It's time for them to go
The merchants pack their wares
They follow the ebb and flow
As the restless waves wash over
Counting endless days of never
Slowly the time merchants leave
Effortlessly blending into forever
Aotea Beach, North Island, New Zealand
