Man of No Substance
Touch the surface,
and slide through,
this new world
needs exploring too
New people to meet,
new things to see
What will I find?
things of a similar kind?
For these people have been here before,
done things good and bad.
Made some people sad,
some happy,
for these people have been here before
Repeated lives relearning,
past loves,past actions yearning
White light hurts my eyes,
white,bright water reflection.
Shed my skin and past ties.
Is this my resurrection?
For this world is not the same,
as our own.
Money,sex and fame
Touch the surface and slide through,
join me in this adventure too
You can enter this world,
at any time.
Through action and inaction,
through accident or design
The people that you meet
have no substance to their being.
You can see right through them,
you, the all seeing
I would travel to this place,
book my ticket on the plane
but not in my lifetime,
just in case,
my life is not on the wane
For to touch the surface
and slide through,
the people you meet
one touch will confirm
that they have no substance
You look as white as a ghost here.
Dont worry there is nothing to fear,
for now we are all the same .
Money sex and fame,
don't apply here
For you now ,have no substance
in this world
or the last world,
in this instance
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006
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