Just like today or tomorrow, I know
I will be yet I’ll never be…
but a small rock being kicked by the world.

I’ll travel in his shoe.
I’ll be stuck in his sole.
My skin will be showered with dirt, with mud,
Until he picks me up.

I’ll be on his palm.
He’ll observe me through.
Then if he likes me,
he may collect me
if not, he may throw me
to be a small rock being kicked by the world.

 

Written by: L.L
May 7, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

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