Hour or Glass?

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)