GREY MATTERS

(fyi this is a poem)

The greatest virtue ever gave,

the gravest money ever offered;

what should i worry about it

the whole world is mine..

thou fed me with thy dust:

and thy dust encompasses all other dust

what honey hath thou fed them

that they rule beyond the primrose horizons

Hence forth i declare

no milk shall be spilt

and no more tears shed

thou maketh yourself when thou unmaketh you

I live on castles in air,

with prerogatives built on a bottomless pit,

all my joy, all my sorrow

cometh at the expense of some other

Sorrow,some other joy

i lived in two times

the third one i missed joined the first

now that i live in the third alone

i write this. ;)