Quicksand catches me and while I fall
I wonder what is there to come. 
Slowly choking me.
Engulfed by Golden Dust.
Snowing, Twirling. 
Spiralling downwards.
Into the bottom of Infinity.
A life. Many lifes?
Measured in an hourglas.
People in funny clothes
Singing and thinking
they are closer to God.
Falling deeper.
I'm the Dust.
What is the Hourglas?