Falter

Suspended
Struggling in quicksand,
Swimming in an hourglass
As the grains filter through;
Measuring the movement
Of TIme as it passes us by.

Am I large enough
To block the hole
And resist the passage
And the restraints Time controls;
Or will I sift through with the rest,
Another life without impact?

Am I ^light enough
To be the last to pass, the last to fall,
The first to be remembered;
Or is the weight of my stone heart
Enough to pull me down
And bury me quickly?

Will I be
All I hope to achieve,
Stamping my impact
In stone monuments
For all to see;
Or will I forever Falter
And sink to the bottom of the sea?