Another mediocre poem out of billions of poems.
Tags: Personal, Realization, Short, Poem
Unable to speak, unable to walk
With broken ears, stranded on an island
Without knowing it, I have turned into a stone
Completely petrified with fear
As I saw reality unfold before my eyes
A tiny smooth stone lying on the ground
I have done nothing but observe and roll
The rain falls, then the summer comes
Enduring every raindrop, cold, and heat
Just how many days has it been?
The ground trembles, the giants pass by
I'm simply a tiny stone sitting on the soil
Trying to progress, rolling on the ground
If I keep rolling hard enough, long enough,
Will there be something that I can achieve?
Everything I write has already been written
Every idea has already been thought
All medals and trophies has been given
If I ever reached the end of my path,
Will still there be anything left for me?
I am but a tiny stone in this massive world
Filled with all kinds of giants and dinosaurs
Seeking to find the worth of my existence
Uncovering the importance of my story
What can a tiny stone like me, be able to do?
Aside my durability, I'm a very smooth stone
Neither rough nor spiky, I'm easy to hold
Capable of rolling to wherever I want
My size lets me see a world giants can't see
Dreaming a world, where everyone is happy
I am not a bird, I can't use wings to fly
Neither can I write avant-garde poems
Not more than a tiny stone on the ground
Please try not to accidentally step on me
I wish to live peacefully, even as a tiny stone
I'd rather rule the heavens as a tiny bird
Instead of waiting for someone to come,
Notice me, pick me, and throw me far away
Reach a height taller than the tallest giants
Fly higher than the birds, as a tiny stone.
"We spend most of our life trying to become more than the cosmic dust we are."