Am I at the end
Of this stone -
Being pushed, shoved
Forth onto the next?

Unwilling to take that step
All alone
Again.

And why?
For here I am safe
Master of my stone
Happy with this reality.

Safe from here I see
The gnarled rocks surrounding
The polished rock dripping
With moss and the likes.

And so I will ask once more -
Must I leave this safe place
For one that brings no promises,
Only strangers with their sorrows
Dragging behind them
As they too remember there
Stones they left behind.