That house is burning
Not because someone started it
It just lost its purpose
It has nothing better to do but be destroyed
It is wiser that I and knows it must move on
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
If you stop using these machines they will rust
Creek, crumble, and collapse
Your very walls will betray your trust
Slowly let leek
Your words will no longer resonate
But fumble and become meek
And when these words can no longer support these
Two by fours
Slowly you will lose your doors
Like smoke your thoughts will bellow out
Clinging to the street
They will hijack another’s feet
And find themselves somewhere a bit more sweet
Only fire will be left to fill you
And you will engulf yourself
Just to keep warm.