The concrete and the clay
Beneath my feet begin to crumble
As I stumbled upon a few home truths
The blank page is a blank day
What better way to start anew
When the view is solely of your own making
Step out into the flat ounce of fresh inspiration
With a smile, with a way deeper breath
Recognise that death is only for the dying
Fix your ills, shape your mind, and body
Take time to be anybody, in this world
Where your soul may swirl, dip as the swallow
