Grey pearls

Shatter all the glas you see!
Collect all the glas and bring it to me!
We'll smash it to pieces of grey shining pearls.

They will roll, roll along the street.
And fill up with what they really need.

Smash the vase there on the board,
Pearls will fall and roll their way.

Don't try to keep,
what is not yours anymore.
Don't try to keep,
when they roll through the door.

They will find their way far away from you.
They will find their way - this secret isn't really new.



* I once wrote a poem somolar to this, but MUCH better. I lost it in an angry moment. This is just a bad try to rewrite it.