Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Sands of Time

In the desert alone I'm stuck,

Caught in the clutches of quicksand.

In only moments the sands suck

Me down and no chance to withstand.

The dire fate, no rescue in sight,

Only my head is now still out.

But then, firm footing stops my plight.

No more sinking, in joy I shout.

Some more time for rescue I've got,

But now a new problem instead,

Coming across the sands a lot.

The ants start crawling on my head.

One way to view this is that I'm

Gonna stretch out these sands of time.