And the sand slips away from hand

All I can see is the sand
Not even a pinch stays in hand
Illusions & Formations like a Collage
I am struggling to reach the Mirage
Dry lips are full of thirst
But my hardluck reached first
Everytime I approach the stall
They intervene and take away the ball

Lonely in this world quite I stand
Where do I go which is my land
Dreams are high Expectations are large
I'll build a villa from this garage
Upon completion things get reversed
They do it and I am cursed
Will you help me breaking this wall
Will you hold me and stop my fall

All I can see is the sand
Not even a pinch stays in hand
Bring me a mug I'll pay its charge
Will fill the sand then you take my barge
Like a bud with you I'll burst
Standby me always even in the worst
I live my dreams with you big or small
Like a baby in your fence I wanna crawl


All I can see is the mug of sand
With you I'll grab it in my hand