The stone upturned–upset by life
is set to roam the land.
So banished from its resting place
it won’t return again.
Incessant motion deviates,
chaotically renews,
and racks the bill that death will fill
when lifelessness ensues.
Perception is the only link
to space, and time, and light.
And thought has always been the gift
that separates our might.
So freedom may indulge itself
by any means it can,
but stone or bone, we’re on our own
and wont return again.