These thoughts cross through my mind,
Torment,
A barren wasteland riddled in malcontent,
They travel so readily to the tip of my tongue,
When spoken aloud, you begin to understand,
Even a stone, rough and jagged alike,
Even that stone, maybe be polished into something beautiful,
I believe every one has their stone,
Some may be broken,
Some weathered,
Some have been beaten into grains of sand,
Only to be swept away by the winRAB,
But some,
Very few,
Are perfectly smooth, sparkling in the sunlight,
Passing by you cannot ignore,
Standing out above the rest,
These ones are the reasons we walk the beach of life,
You never take it forgranted,
For if you shall toss this stone away,
Back into fates ocean,
Time erodes until the dust is carried away,
Eventually your left on a lonely beach,
Only sand, a pebbles remains,
Always reminiscent of better days.
Torment,
A barren wasteland riddled in malcontent,
They travel so readily to the tip of my tongue,
When spoken aloud, you begin to understand,
Even a stone, rough and jagged alike,
Even that stone, maybe be polished into something beautiful,
I believe every one has their stone,
Some may be broken,
Some weathered,
Some have been beaten into grains of sand,
Only to be swept away by the winRAB,
But some,
Very few,
Are perfectly smooth, sparkling in the sunlight,
Passing by you cannot ignore,
Standing out above the rest,
These ones are the reasons we walk the beach of life,
You never take it forgranted,
For if you shall toss this stone away,
Back into fates ocean,
Time erodes until the dust is carried away,
Eventually your left on a lonely beach,
Only sand, a pebbles remains,
Always reminiscent of better days.