-My Tired Words-

        I am a rock. I am final.
        My truths are eternal,
        And while all others fly about me,
        anxious to get on with their lives,
        And live, and love, in haste.
        I know mine is the final state.
        I know mine is the final truth.
        but I saw, once, a cloud in the sky,
        Not like these foolish ones around me,
        Not in haste, her movement,
        No futility in her words,
        Her truth was the wind,
        and truly, she could fly.
        And this is the truth I want.
        And this is the world I want,
        this world of sights,
        this world of movement,
        this world of action,
        this world of the sky.
        I want to know this cloud,
        I want to be this cloud,
        I want to touch this cloud.
        but the cynic that I am,
        I know the world's gravity holds me down,
        and I know I may never touch her.
        The voice in me speaks,
        'don't you know, you stone, you rock, you?'
        'If you should grow, and be like a mountain'
        'In your grandure and sobriety,'
        'From her ariel domain you can tear her,'
        'And hold her to you as she freezes.'
        But I should never do such a thing.
        To ground the wind is the greatest sin.
        And so my eyes move to heaven,
        And I see the moon.
        The moon, no more than a rock,
        dances and mingles with the cloud,
        and stays forever in the sky,
        Its truth must be the wind,
        Though gravity pulls it,
        as it pulls me.
        I long to be the moon,
        and dwell in all of the truths.
        But,
        Should, you, the cloud, one day fall.
        Should the earth pull you too near,
        Should your soul find itself too heavy
        to fly any longer,
        Should you fall to earth in a shower of tears.
        I will be here.
        You can find refuge in my cracks,
        the crevices the world has worn in.
        You can dwell there,
        And I should not wish that you freeze,
        For if you do,
        and turn to Ice Deep in my flaws,
        I should crumble.
        Instead you may dwell,
        Until the sun rises once again,
        And you will return to your ariel domain,
        And I will have touched you.
        That is all I might offer to you.
        That is all I can do.
        for i am a rock.

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