Don't Drink Bees

I hold this grain within my grasp
Sand rescued from the hourglass
For me, no sleep, pure vigilance
Freeing the grain from its descent

If I were to relax my grip
From my hand, seconds would slip
I do not dare embrace repose
For fear that I would lose my hold

Some would wonder at this task
Clutching sand within my grasp

I've made my choice as time's sentry
I'll impress the speck with alchemy
Make time the gem I wish it'd be
And only then, will I be free