Throwing stones to pass the time,
Turning each stone over as every thought races by,
The smoothness of the stone brings an envious feeling,
The raggedness of everything needs soothing…
Watching the stones skim across the water,
Only breaking the surface when momentum is lost,
The pace of the stone brings a jealous stare,
The safety of everything needs risking…
Witnessing the sinking stone lose its fight to float,
Falling to the murky depths of the polluted river,
The sinking of the stone brings a nervous anticipation,
The obscurity of everything needs unveiling…
Sitting by the river until the sun gives up the day,
Throwing stone after stone in search of a new meaning,
The repetition of everything brings a crashing splash,
The sameness of events needs something different…
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