A Sparrow's Fall 2003-01-03
A smiling charm around my wrist A thousand emperors chase My thoughts around Even people once known For thier dedication to the arts Have cashed in On the resurgance of vanity But I don't mind Most ideas tend To be corroded With the rust of time My thoughts will be no different one day It just means that Someone will have to step up And restate those same thoughts To echo the changes of the world Perhaps someday Our souls will be Self-sufficiant enough Not to need words Until then Fresh perspectives On old Ideas Will serve us suitably ~Matt Magus
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