Sand - Phish

If you can heal the symptoms

But not affect the cause

It’s quite a bit like trying to heal

A gunshot wound with gauze

If you instead attempt to wrest

The pistol from the hand

Then i would not be able to

Equate my life with sand

Flowing through the hourglass

Pushing through the funnel

Turn once more while racing

All your siblings for the tunnel

Slide and let the silicone

Embrace you as you fall

Then bounce and land you let

Your brothers crush you to the wall

I would choose my own religion

And worship my own spirit

But if he ever preached to me

I wouldn’t want to hear it

I’d drop him, a forgotten god

Languishing in shame

And then if i hit stormy seas

I’d have myself to blame