I am a rock. Solid and stoic. I can sustain my will even in the strongest storms And laugh at weaker things.
Yes, I am a rock. And I am as dumb as one, too. Rocks don’t have friends. No one to share their feelings with. Rocks sit alone, saying nothing As I do so easily.
It’s a simple life, being a rock No one need look after you You can leave a rock for days, years, even decades Gathering moss in a bold, unmoving sort of way And when you return That rock will be right where you left it Unchanged, Still a rock Silent and strong.