A note of the mind

As the days dislodged from you mind and you walk the line that you have followed for to long.
Line has been drawn in the sands of time for us all to walk.
The day’s being no more then grains of sand along the line you walk.
As the wind blows the sands dislodge form the mind and they are gone from time.
Keep walking to the end to the end of the line were the sands of time gather to a mound.
That mound is no more then the line in which you walked.
All the days of the line in one that is you life.
Life along the line is now a mound of sand that makes up the life in which you were walking.