~*~ Pebbles ~*~
Written October 24, 1998

Everyone grips together
Like many wet grains of sand,
Wanting to float like a feather
And leave the grasping hand.

The sand, it falls away,
Like every life within it,
And every passing day,
A year is like a minute.

Does is matter if one grain is lost?
I doubt it does at all.
If one is gone, there is no cost,
If a person has to fall.

So why should someone care
If I'm that tiny stone?
So what if I'm not there?
Who cares if one is gone?

So throw them all into the wind.
Let them fly a single second.
You will see within your mind,
Life's just the way I reconed.