I sit here looking out at the rolling river like a child
On a moss covered stone
Knowing all the weeds in my garden
Are growing wild
Yet, I would rather sit here staring into space
Measuring endless time
All alone

Unspoken words and deeds continuously compound
As I sit here on this stone, quietly
Knowing that all the weeds in my garden
Make all my flowers frown
Still, I would rather sit here staring into space
Measuring endless time
Quite lazily

Duty bound, my mind reacts, tells me to go home
To stop wasting time sitting here  
On this moss covered stone
But the child in me does not care about the weeds
Growing wild in the garden
She still  wants to measure endless time
All alone