pattern of reuse

all is well we'll sing
strumming silver string
on top of the world
with no one to see
saturday the earth pulls
and wagers made
far from crying tears
and homely souls endeared
the patron saint of all
lies decadent in fear
motors wind and coils toil
magnets pull us down
freeze dried dreams
taste old and stale
the gate opens with a creak
shadows diving underneath
the fall and rise of the morning tide
wash away all need


  1. How are you Matty it's been awhile?

  2. Good! Sorry I'm so sporadic. School is busy and so am I usually. I'll be posting a storm up in no time.