Hour or Glass?

歌詞

I'd like to go back to the time when the hour glass was almost empty. Nothing to care about, no plans, no choices. I miss getting bored, I miss the search to fill the hourglass. There is not enough room for the tiniest grain of... Sand is key. What is the best? An empty life, overflowed mind. Overflowed life and empty mind. Is there a good way to narrow down the possibilities To cut the crap and half my needs, not to feel like I miss something. Choices are the breaks of my ideals. By running my life out I'll end up smashing my nose against the invisible wall of time. Seize the day, avoid the trunk but take care not to pass by everything. Don't miss the half by waiting the whole The sand will soon break the glass (my time). Time will came to make a choice (my time is up)