Fossil fashions,
The relics of yesterday,
I dig through my drawers.
TV, radio, papers, people,
A thousand words a second,
A downpour floods my garden.
The sun shines on all,
The rain falls on all,
Then who is better off?
We all drink water to live,
Decisions, actions from our deep wells,
I have what I decide to have.
Fads and fashions change,
My shirt is still a shirt,
I wear who I am.
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