dream 0960

In order to time began to uncoil
A soup primordial put fortunes in cookies to boil

Cuts,bruises,& wounds are flesh born anew
It seems to get us through
Life,death,afterlife all a plastic booth
Seems so alike life in truth

A label of character from high school
A place for experience & truly it can be cruel
A place for no norm lenience because it has a bull

But treasures here i've come to found
Little to them now so rare on the ground
Treasures i saw came & went of miracles few
Enough to my spirit so it grew then it flew
Wounds so deep forever to leave us in weep
For the only treasure we cant seem to keep

What is it?is it mine
Oh sure you can have it for a dime
Only u must part with whats fine
A soul innocent as can be its sweeter than wine
Sorry but thats the line i dont wanna be a mime

Well sir tuff
If pleased with your own stuff

Half empty half gone
Had i been so long
Filled with only air
It seemed all so arbitrare
For home i was in now so dim
All can recall the lovely hymn