from a broken bell

a perfect sound
from a broken bell
when inside
is inside
and outside
as well

the money won't buy
the body won't sell
when inside
is so inside
it is outside
as well

the living is easy
the dying so sweet
we run to the river
to lose our feet

in the water in the wetness
the stones, fish and swell
when inside
and outside
no difference
can tell