Off the wall

I let the wind blows the photos off my wall,
it may be the best way.
Seems like natural
and I don't need to dirty up my hands
with such a filthy and senseless move.
Just like time turning rocks to sand
Easy, slow and full of patience,
pretending there is time to spend
when neither time or good will would help.
This pain is going to mess up my mind for the next time to come.
It is a circle that doesn't stop turning and the end of the story has already been told.