Rocks of life,
perceived rules within.
Maybe just something to lean on,
ridding the conflicts within.
Ways of the world,
flow past these rocks.
Never held back,
never blocked.
Pains of the paste cleaned away,
not able to turn back stay.
Leaned on for rest … they’re use never second best,
clearing stress cleaning life emptying mess.
Rocks of life.
-SWB
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