Here I sit at the crossroad of time
Covered in moss and dirt.
Symbolic of the lingering hurt.
Mostly crumbling to gravel and to stones.
Weathered will be the bones
Until I am a rock no more.
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A Rock No More
Here I sit at the crossroad of time
Covered in moss and dirt.
Symbolic of the lingering hurt.
Mostly crumbling to gravel and to stones.
Weathered will be the bones
Until I am a rock no more.
