Out there,
alone as a stone on the road,
After one of life’s lectures on finer times,
my own two feet carried me home.
I moved fine-tuned with a steady direction,
Until an obsolete ending ensconced in a reflection,
Did capture my dreamer’s attention,
Thus causing my downward fall.
In dreams I’ve braced for the impact so solid
Of the ground rushing up from below,
But still,
I’ve been the static sharp ending of a show.
I’ve sung like a siren and I’ve flown.
I’ve been a child peering in all alone,
I’ve been a pebble,
I’ve been a rock,
I’ve been a stone.