I want to be a stone
Pretty, smooth, hard to break
If I were a bird
I’d find the highest tree
And fly above any problem
I long for a mouth
Meant only for food
And not for arguing for a better world
What use is capitalism to wolves?
They already know how to kill the sick and poor
How can the grass feel anything
But the existence of itself?
The only weight it bares
Is a footstep that comes and goes
And then the grass grows back
When the world ends
The tides will still devour the shoreline
If only I could have a fraction
Of their endurance
Life would be smooth like sea glass
Fine as a worn bush track
And beautiful as a bright blue sky
