(Inspired by Beacon Flea Market
Nothing is bought, only borrowed,
Nothing is kept, only held,
All things are owned by tomorrow,
And each time we purchase, we barter as well.
We are but stewards and watch-keeps,
Caught in a cloakroom of days,
Filled by rich princes who now sleep,
For only our bones shall this world put away.
Nothing is kept, only held,
All things are owned by tomorrow,
And each time we purchase, we barter as well.
We are but stewards and watch-keeps,
Caught in a cloakroom of days,
Filled by rich princes who now sleep,
For only our bones shall this world put away.