"Stoned"
this dream does not exist,
it's just me, skipping stones on ya stream of consciousness.
some travel just inches, some travel a distance
but never did a stone make it to the river ahead.
what are the odds? we can figure the spread.
we can all drink, the bigger the keg.
so this one stone, turned into sand when i threw it
after years, millions of grains then i blew it...away
the current kept bringin' this one stone, i threw it for days
'til it became smooth as the rays of the moon in it's usual phase.
due to malaise of the ocean, some ain't used to the waves
this stone got sea sick
cus he really got green quick.
or was he masking his jealousy of the stones that swim better?
i'll never know.
but some sink faster seekin' a treasured home.
others are hard to figure out you'd need a Rosetta Stone.
you'll find when reapin' the benefits, the seeds are better sewn.
like the words of a weathered poem, the leaves are forever blown.
some stones you can never throw while in ya glass house.
others check in at low tide, and you'd rather 'em cash out
some love slow rides, some rather the fast route
this one had no pride, even the biggest boulders have doubts
no matter the size of the stone, they all one in the same
cus no matter how long it takes they all crumble..the same
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...Take a step: one step, one dive...
...Fate is death. A leap of faith over sunset's sunrise...
...Hate is everpresent, some let love die...
...even if you laced loosely, some get tongue tied...
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