Scattered stones upon the ground
I watch them as they land
Did fate determine the way they roll
Or gravity had the pull

They make a pattern I can see
Confusion has me gripped
What if one was too roll some more
And let that pattern slip

Like life I guess you could say
Are we little stones
We change our minds and the flow
Held here by goodness knows

My mind’s all a quandary now
Over thinking little stones
The way they just lay so still
Doing nothing that will show

I go back inside to think about
Why I even thought
Those little stones could even solve
My thoughts now seeping out