I dream of the impossible
a world where I can forever remain a skipping stone,
a purpose decided, being picked for being the best
and resting in the sands that are kissed by the sun
I feel a different warmth every now and again,
the hands of the decider bringing me comfort.
I was the one they wanted! Me out of everyone!
I can’t feel bad for glowing happy in the sadness of others.
Yet life must stomp on us all so one day I become a skipped stone,
left to drown underwater, no more sun kissed sand or warm hands.
I feel the love of my decider for a few longing moments
and just as fast, the cold deep water splashes me with reality.
In a different world, I could’ve been one of the imperfect rocks,
Given the feeling of warmth and hope for a split second and having it snatched away
All because I wasn’t right, I was jagged and scratched.
Dropped in the sand without a second thought but I’d be alive and warm.
Or I could be a rock with no real purpose.