• The dust on the bookshelf
    It only seems to stay put
    Never moving, it just gathers
    Gathers and gathers, eventually multiplying in number
    Remember that old penny you left in that box upon the counter?
    It stays alone
    Never moving, it just rusts
    Rusts and rusts, eventually starting to decompose
    So fast does everything seem to die out
    You lay down a knife
    Fifty years later its worn and decomposed
    But, you...
    You never seem to age
    As things pass you by
    Family...
    Friends...
    Years...
    You never seem to change
    For well over five hundered years have you suffered the burden of the world
    For well over five hundered years have you lost things you love
    But, thats not even the worst of it all
    For well over five hundered years...
    You have never witnessed the beauty of the world
    You have never witnessed waht makes us good
    You have never witnessed light