No faith

What of endless echoes?
What of resonating cries of unrelenting remorse?
Swept up, swept away, carried to a different day,
Laughingly we weep, and gnash our teeth,
At the ironic pain of a future we asked for,
But never really wanted. 
A past we’d soon forget if only the chains that bound
Were crushed and ground, ‘neath the wheels of, of course,
Time.
Let me go, if you will, if ever you ever will, let it be now.
Quietly, quietly, I’ll slide from thee and go
I know not where my sails will take me
What glistening shores await the faithless?
Sands; sands to be sure.  Sands of
Time.