Out of recycled yesterdays
comes the poetry
that is the world
every blissful kiss
on every eyelid
We all drive starcore cars & trucks

Stone comes and go
The sands of time
are recycled
hundreds of times
beach to stone to beach

Even stone is just a memory
of what created
existence
It is up to you
to co-create

What stone once was
was either similar
or completely different
but its flexibility
(Its willingness to persist)
is what ensures its existence

Hopefully we make each other smile
with our starcore cars and trucks
as the sands of time
co-create
with its willingness to persist