Skip... Skip... Fall...
The stone flies across life's rough seas
One side shaded of the moon
The other takes on the Earth's breeze
Falling... Falling...
Is this a falacy?
For the other side rises up
From deeply crushing degrees
Lifting with the heavens
Emerging with the trees
Representing the light
Shining for all to see
The other side dark
Representing the malaise and the mean
The disconforting and the brutal
And or anthing in between
But is this rock not a rock?
Is its existance not the same?
If one side grew moss
Would it's nature then be to blame?
"Does the stone really sink?"
"Does it lift to the skies?"
One must truly think...
"THAT is the question..."
