Hourglass

Penny Pak ’25

Waves of mystical wind come and go, Morphing into a blow of kisses and The annual song you are not yet sick of hearing. You may be young and naive, but you understand the echoes of the universe

Better than any adult ever could. Earth will keep spinning unlike your head of fleeting dreams. Your youth is bound to run out like sand in an hourglass falling From the top of the world to inside it—nonetheless, The sand has always been trapped. You have always been trapped. Ropes string together your carefree memories and utmost fantasies

Until one day, the ropes are no longer necessary. Yes, the future is near, though the present is here, so Keep running without any speculation of where the finish line is For awareness abolishes innocence.

Appreciate the light balloons that barely hold you back For they will soon be replaced with something much heavier. Notice the delicate dandelions beneath your even more delicate feet.

Wish on every one of them that no matter how far away the stars shine, You will keep chasing them time after time.