old story time

shards of old story simply must scatter
we leave the past to grow into its own
nothing at all that we do could matter

winds pass and repass and never matter
no tree could stand here without a groan
shards of old story simply must scatter

fools and jesters take the time to flatter
that tale at least will soon become well known
nothing at all that we do could matter

against the wall the dragons still batter
no one expects that they will break the stone
shards of old story simply must scatter

we watch as on the glass the fires spatter
it will grow hot enough to show the bone
nothing at all that we do could matter

the world itself we know will come to shatter
not a thing we do that is not soon known
shards of old story simply must scatter
nothing at all that we do could matter