The Rock

Time seems to move when I don’t want to be moved, I’m like a stone on the beach so much potential so much time on my hands yet I don’t move. I let the tide move me slowly every day if it can reach me, I let the people move me because I have no teeth. I’m just a stone. A stone on the beach waiting for time to go by. Tomorrow I think I’ll be a rock in a desert

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