rejection is me
growing on me
like moss on a traveling stone
only getting kicked by those who bother
every kick is another mile or two
but where am I going
there's no purpose
I am stuck as a stone
with collecting moss
although I am moving
there's no destination
continuous kicks are continuous let downs
I am made to be kicked
for I am just a stone
collecting moss that is an undying hope
for someone to pick me up