Some people collect stamps.
Some people collect coins.
Some people make air fix models so well
You can barely see the joins.
Some people collect conquests.
Some people collect scars.
Some people collect experiences
during which they see stars.
I've got a new collection,
and not through conscious act.
It's been kind of foisted on me and
I'd rather give it back.
I'll put it in an album,
Neat, protected, labelled, proud
private slice of all the lives
that used to be around.
Past tense.
You see it's all the funeral cards
with photos and songs and poems.
It's hard
to watch the collection grow.
I have no control
over this.
It's not like pokemon cards or vintage picture discs.
They're all limited editions,
all one off works of art.
All threads in one rich tapestry
of which we're just one part.
And the pattern that they weave glistens
Crystallised in wisdom.
Passed through timely advice
and an ear willing to listen.
It's not like I can display it.
For flat living it's highly compatible.
For the major part of it,
It's completely intangible.
The cards are merely a symbol:
A trinket in place of a jewel.
One hydrogen atom representing
Each universe of you.
So I'll put them in an album,
neat, protected, labelled, proud
and share them with the enthusiasm
of the traction engine crowd.
Some people collect conquests.
Some people collect scars.
Some people collect experiences
during which they see stars.
Some people collect stamps.
Some people collect coins.
Some people make air fix models so well
You can barely see the joins.
Some people collect coins.
Some people make air fix models so well
You can barely see the joins.
Some people collect conquests.
Some people collect scars.
Some people collect experiences
during which they see stars.
I've got a new collection,
and not through conscious act.
It's been kind of foisted on me and
I'd rather give it back.
I'll put it in an album,
Neat, protected, labelled, proud
private slice of all the lives
that used to be around.
Past tense.
You see it's all the funeral cards
with photos and songs and poems.
It's hard
to watch the collection grow.
I have no control
over this.
It's not like pokemon cards or vintage picture discs.
They're all limited editions,
all one off works of art.
All threads in one rich tapestry
of which we're just one part.
And the pattern that they weave glistens
Crystallised in wisdom.
Passed through timely advice
and an ear willing to listen.
It's not like I can display it.
For flat living it's highly compatible.
For the major part of it,
It's completely intangible.
The cards are merely a symbol:
A trinket in place of a jewel.
One hydrogen atom representing
Each universe of you.
So I'll put them in an album,
neat, protected, labelled, proud
and share them with the enthusiasm
of the traction engine crowd.
Some people collect conquests.
Some people collect scars.
Some people collect experiences
during which they see stars.
Some people collect stamps.
Some people collect coins.
Some people make air fix models so well
You can barely see the joins.
