The Sands of Time

8.5x11 original pen drawing of a person who escapes time. Below is the poem:

There once was a man
Born in a world built on time
Where the sands were running out
And the waters running dry.

He soon began to realize
That there must be more to see
So he ventured to the mountains
For there he surely could be free.

Little did he know that in that land
The sands still ordered time
No matter the lengths he traveled
Or the number of mountains climbed.

He soon began to realize
There must be more beyond what he could see
In a world that was not this one
In a world many believed not to be.

So he took an axe to the walls
And he began to chip away
At the lie that where he lived and how it looked
Mattered more than how he lived each day.

Many in that land wondered
Why he would ever want to leave
And head to what looked like a desert
But he knew they just couldn't see the sea.

There once was a man
Who escaped the sands of time
No longer concerned with the where
But lost in the how and why.