
Sun Shell – Damien Luciano
One day we will all bury our mothers
As the time we have with them inevitably expires
And as our mothers memories fleet
Their impressions of us become concrete
Never to be changed.
Buried in dirt.
So take opportunities when time is fresh
So she gets to see as you grow and blossom
Or settle for mediocrity and slowly regress
And cement your image as the spirit rottens
Never to be changed.
Buried in dirt.