Mike Whissell - Decay

The postcards color has faded
The edges have all frayed
Crammed in a box for so long
You can't quite make out the date
Those cuneiform carvings
Sentimental a bit late
But its value understated
Why else would it be saved

A tree can rot
And concrete will crumble
Rivers run dry
The sun will grow cold

But to a mayfly all of this has always been here and it always will
I'm shedding shelf life and I'm always hearing rumours about

The different states of decay

I'm still finding old tapes
With sepia tone labels
Testing chromium half life
I replay "come what may" fables

Cities can rise
And the Kings will tumble
Scars lost to time
Be sure to stay humble

But to a mayfly all of this has always been here and it always will
I'm shedding shelf life and I'm always hearing rumours about

The different states of decay

Written by:
Kristofer Whissell

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