7th January, 2023

The Sinking Stone

Once, alone, steadfast

And without

I walked, silently,

to the edge of the stream.

 

Moments later, my life gone by

in increments, unnoticed

I stood there, still

casually pondering my existence.

 

Should I be the rock

or the water, flowing

or would I remain, forever

on the ledge of my dream?

 

It is not easy to jump

Without falling.