I'm like a child, and a stone, and a fire
In just one lap around the neighborhood
He sees three trees
Hears a song through a wire
A small thing to feel inspired
It's only in the moments
without other people's onus
That joy is forthcoming to a child
It's so obvious in the shape of the world
That love could be inherent
That vines and leaves are pearls
But only when I let the hurt leak out from all my pores
Do I feel as simply happy as when we were boys and girls
Still the world's an ocean, don't forget
And a lot of children drown
So it's a good thing my down-B is sinking to the ground
And even though surrounded it gets hard to move around
My mind is unrelenting, I'm a stone in waters brown
I worry about "invisible" forces
Less gravity, more lies
Currents move like deadly serpents
With big hypnotic eyes
And rather than reveal the truth
they let you think you're wise
But those that move are moved by those you can't see with your “I”s
Still it's cold to be a rock
whether at the bottom or the top
And there's one thing that we all need
no matter how much we island hop
A stone might be a stone but it's nothing to a clock
Unless a pile of heat is strong enough to make a moment stop
Savior the hardest job
To be something needed as it's lost
A fire is as compulsory as it is it's greatest cost
Like how anger and hope are logs
Fed quickly to open flames
Slow burners like self preservation
Are better to keep than blame
Stampede over enemies and use up their remains
Let the smoke that chokes you out render you clean and keep you sane
I'm like a child, and a stone, and a fire.
As water levels rise, children drown and fires quit
But stones sit and wait to slowly watch their edges bend
A smoking gun is token to the hand that's seen it done
As a rock with legs is far and few between water and the sun
But I'm like a burning stone that's been here forever and just arrived
The meteor that's orbited for years now burns the cloudy skies
While a long life and a strong descent are simply tries
Because an ocean crash erases past and now at the bottom lies
All three of my wet things
And only one survives
Patiently waiting fossil mind
Hoping one day it might arise