Strands of Yore

The water is rising, can’t you see
The sun is hotter, a tilted ring
The earth is hollow, when releasing streams
Some creatures have seen before
The weatherman reads from a book
Answers found but never works
Too many unknowns, always cooked
Hidden is the core
Have you changed, or the world got strange
Along the script, setting up a new stage
If you’d like to re-arrange
Sew, the strands of yore
Games are played everywhere you turn
Light a match and let it burn
Life’s too short for strings to learn
Always will be, another door
For you to stay or walk on through
Only clowns know the rules
If you want, find a muse
But not in any store
Have you changed, or the world got strange
Along the script, setting up a new stage
If you’d like to re-arrange
Sew, the strands of yore
How come it seems when times are bleak
When you learn, to grow the seed
What you need, troughs to feed
Frequencies, to explore
Connecting dots, aligning dreams
Across the web, no fear to eat
The puzzle is full, you are complete
Just a peak for a whole lot more
Have you changed, or the world got strange
Along the script, setting up a new stage
If you’d like to re-arrange
Sew, the strands of yore