A small rock sits in a little place
So still awaiting the day
It does what, it does not even know
So there it sits and stays
So many years has passed
So many more await
To be like a rock
Or be the water that escapes
Always in motion, always flowing
Searching for the place
It does not even know where it will go
Or what it will do that day
Is one like the other or can we relate
Do we need to choose one or is it our fate
Could it be time stacking upon us
Could we break free one day
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