The pinch in the hourglass
My eyes live there
I have a model of perfection
It teases my last feeling
There’s a trap within all of us
We pretend it doesn’t matter
Fools believe I this is true
The taste of forbid fruit
It remains strong after we think
Issuing excuses for why
But never replacing the temptation
Someday I will taste that moment
I hang on the moment forever
My heart beats to get me by
My eyes live in the hourglass