You have all been born crying
to a high and narrow Virgin road
Reaching onward to future's dawn
And are you not all solidly bound
in the layered stones of who you are
Through the passing years of living
they turn to a hard and brittle memory
Building one upon another upon yet more
This detritus of your life's travels
Each of life's happenings
remembered by a fragile stone
cast from the mind's crucible
To lie perhaps forlorn and abandoned
by the trail of your life's passing
Will you stand on these stones
and gaze toward the future's hill
Or stand still to be slowly crushed
by the weight of your past
These stones may be crushed to dust
and blown away on a frigid wind
with nothing learned from memory
These stones may be sculpted and hewn
to an effigy of what might have been
and you can then live beneath that lie
You may lean on these stones
or cower behind them in abjection
The choice is ever yours
Despite the rules laid down by birth
each soul has it's own truth within
To see a fragile flower bloom
in the hard and bitter crack
of a wayward fallen stone
