the beaches would roll in angry waves they'd shape a grain of sand into my bones
sometimes you seem to find myself in ruin
sometimes you seem to find me simply stoned

our currencies were sinking with disease
the remnants of a tattered dollar bill
and when we've found our credit had been tainted
we turned to climb that dark, foreboding hill

we lived among the twisted and the sacred
our code was one of many colored song
we'd shout into the air of our brethren
and whisper that we always would be strong

now time has taught us well to laugh and holler
at those who find their fortunes in their greed
but every now and then i discover
that nothing is the everything we need

(June, 2010)