Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

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

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