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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