A stone lays so still,
Not daring to move or breathe,
You might think it’s dead.
The coffee cup rolls,
Rocking, back and forth, empty,
Wondering what’s next.
As complex as simple is.
A stone lays so still,
Not daring to move or breathe,
You might think it’s dead.
The coffee cup rolls,
Rocking, back and forth, empty,
Wondering what’s next.