Rolling Stone

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I am the blizzard that melts in Spring,

The sand castle that washes away,

The random stranger in a cafe.

No home to truly call my own,

I am a rolling stone.


I am the distant childhood memory,

I am the dream you forget on the daily,

I am the shoes you grew out of,

And the fleeting sunrise above.

I am the bird that has flown,

I am a rolling stone.


I am the birthday card you threw away,

I am the money spent yesterday.

The convenient friend,

Whose time you expend.

Among a crowd, I am alone.

I am a rolling stone.

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