Rocks
I want to remember the feeling of throwing a rock
Watching it skip as I stand on the dock
Never worrying how far it will go
If it gets there fast or slow
In that moment time moved as a snail
Nothing in this world could fail
It flies crooked & bounces wrong
Didn’t even skip for long
And that’s ok
Because before you could think to care
Every little boy had another flying through the air
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