You can spend your whole life staring at a rock Know its shape, know its size 3 Feet tall by 4 Feet wide Know that it tastes faintly of salt Know that it lies on a fault
The ocean harangues it day by day Slutty seagulls take it and have their way Gale winds try to make it sway Always the rock does stay
It's carved into the shape of a table At it children learn Aesop's Fables Social refugees retire to contemplate labels Because there are some things you just can't learn from cable
You can't sit on this rock, no Because where would all your anxiety go You can't leave the beach, not a chance Because who would you be if you took a stance
You must stay still and absorb with your eyes The fate of the fools and of the wise Who ponder to plot and prevent demise Every single soul sits down and sighs
This is not your rock to own You may not have it as a loan Don't even look at the blessed stone Sit there and stay alone
For that is your lot if life To not have a lot in life Everyone faces a lot of strife
But that doesn't change a thing Yes, it's going to sting You can't move forward and you can't move back The rock's not your help, no, it won't do that
You cannot move from where you are And I need you to travel five miles out far Figure that out on your own Because you will not touch that stone
Abby The Odd · Sat Sep 08, 2012 @ 06:19am · 0 Comments |