The pebble flies from the fingertips
Of a lonely woman
And ripples across a pond twice
Before deciding to settle
It will stay there for a while
As time pushes the storm's towards
And away from the pond
As the moon pulls the water
From her place in the sky
With fingertips of glass
And eyes filled with diamonds
As the pebble makes a slow wading way
Back towards the small, rocky shore
Another lonely woman will pass
And throw it into the pond
To begin the process of moving on
To cycle through the ways of decay
And to make room for one more flower
Among a garden of flowers
Who have all decayed

I am going to stand tall
Despite these setbacks
Despite this pain
I will choose life
I will choose to live
In a way I know I deserve
Despite these intrusive ideas in my mind

I think it's about time
I accept the fact
That you were a part of my life
And that sometimes
I think of you
In the little things I do

I have created many different lives for myself
None real, and all imagined in my brain
They sometimes feel too realistic
To the point of wishing myself to be a different person
To live an impossible life
That due to my circumstances I cannot possibly live
And due to my short attention span
As I daydream quite often

I wonder if all people think like this?
If they are constantly bombarded with fleeting fantasy’s
And unrealistic imagery
That makes for a terribly distracted and imaginative mind
That is all too annoying all of the time.