What do you see when great art starts to falter
The greatest of buildings starts to crumble away
Pictures from artists of ages long lost,
Flaking away into nothingness
Sculptures of great legends given form
Turning to dust and debris.
Many forms of the greatest of ideas
Will eventually start to change
That is the fate of all creations,
We may be able to release our urges
each form they make changing too
But no matter the greatness we see
There will be a day, maybe even in may
Where the once great beauty you see here now
Will break down into another form
This is the art of breaking,
And if you find the value true
It will become a new view to you.