The Lightness of Stones
Throughout life, you collect friends like pretty stones.
Eventually you may end up with a pocket full... or not.
As life goes on, the number of stones fluctuates.
Depending on circumstances, like death and so on,
Some stones make you sink, some make you light.
When you express political opinions, stones surely will collide.
Keeping opinions to yourself. The number of stones usually rises
Everyone is afraid to speak their mind, poisoning the silence.
Now we're greatly divided by...
elephants-v-asses
class-v-class
life-v-death
wall -v-sanctuary
guns-v-gun-less
natural resources-v-nature
Life -v- death
no dope-v- more dopes
nationalize-v-globalize
for certain it'll never end...
It's about time I cut a hole in my pocket.
Release some ballast-swim off to my island.
Start a fresh collection of sea glass and shells.
Invite things that smile and make pretty music.
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