SANDS OF TIME

I feel myself talking but the words aren't mine,
  and I see myself walking in the sands of time.
So clouded I am so shrouded with doubt,
  I'm crowded within and can't even shout.
I'm slipping through time and sliding space, 
  am I losing my mind or losing my grace.
A collection of moments like kites in the wind,
  even right now is a memory within.
I talk to my ghost as it walks with the dead,
  and it plants each word that rants in my head.
I' slipping through time in the ripples in space,
  each thought that I find is so out of place.
As the ghost of my past swims the abyss,
  it swims in the shade through seams of a kiss.
This whispering wind is escaping my lips,
  in the eye of the hour glass sand just slips.
One grain at a time they fall into place,
  each grain is a ripple thats slipping through space.
The space it inhabits is that of my mind,
  I found myself walking in the sands of time.