Like a rolling stone

You let go a moan…

 

Collecting no moss,

you crumble and break

Knowing that you will

pay for all you take.

 

If you choose the path of

abundance and prosperity,

You may recover your

composure and serenity.

 

The words and voices echo off

the deeper chamber of your mind,

You ineffectively try to gather

them together to find…

 

That you still do not

fit this jigsaw piece

Never have; you

cannot ever appease

 

The screaming demon that tries

to dictate what you might dream

Tyrannical elders smile,

as you falter and scream

 

In frustration after trying again,

And again to win this game,

That has a stacked deck meant

only for ‘it’ to understand the same.

 

Discovering it does not

matter to anyone but you,

If you lose in this circumstantial

evidence of due,

 

Calmly, you ground, center and then

cast; the confusion from your path,

As only you can; the universe

Unfolds; future, present and past.

 

Rolling Stones Gather No Moss!

 

 

 

© Dec 2009, Maylynn Hughes