The sound of a small clash,
of broken glass…
There another one goes!
Another marble gone,
broken by my foes
Sequenced, repeating, relapse
Life got out of my own hands
I couldn't maintain a solid grasp
All of it happened so damn fast!
I know over the years I could hear them falling
I just didn't understand it, I couldn't see the calling…
I praise the fact they are forloin
My broken marbles and my lost coin
It breaks open an opportunity for exploration
To find my own new marbles,
maybe even of my own creation
I didn't need or want large glam
That entire path is also a scam!
I'm simply aimed for functionality
I've grown to appreciate simple things, practicality…
More solid and sturdy ones
With an impenetrable foundation
Inaccessible to outside permiation
Also to toxic inner and exterior degradation
I have gathered a few
But not enough to know with what to do
Still with a slight unease… trepidation
Perhaps I need to get to a higher elevation
Maybe if I made my marbles from those materials, they'd be a higher vibration
Maybe even somewhere I've never known, to give an unusual sensation…
I want them all to be very unique
I don't want to be the common, easy thing that everyone can seek
Along my quest to gather more marbles I will continue to go
Just much more aware, I don't have many friends
But I have many foe…