I am a simple girl.
A wooden doll,
sometimes made of stone.
When the waters rise,
I should float,
instead I turn to stone.
Further down I go.
Heavy and sinking,
I am concrete,
I cannot think.
Made of wood again.
When you push me I creak,
when you touch me I speak.
Left alone to weather the storm,
eventually I decay.
Left alone.
After time passes me by,
soon I will petrify.
My edges softened by river waters,
until only the best of me remains.
Now I wish I could remember,
what you always say.
I wish that I had the will,
to float away.
I wish I could be everything,
that you see in me.