Only want for silver in the stream.
My name is change.
Life was once written in the mud
and set in the rocks.
Wantin what you ain't got.
To eat the flower growing above
the dead with no name.
The coin in the slot
once its been dropped.
Wanting all breaths in one.
Clear yellow beams
from across the door.
Your life's spit on silk
shine way blame.
"Whats in your bag old man?"
"My heart. Let in rust
in this here green tin."
Nothing stops.
More so when you want it to.
Can i swap my name
for time in blissful ignorance?
Probably not.
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