A Curious Mind W(o/a)nders

Friday, September 30, 2005

A rolling stone

A rolling stone gathers no moss,
So roll on my friend, roll on, roll on...

The untold treasures as you roll on, my friend,
The thrill, the fear, the risk, the fall,
The joy in chartering terrain unknown.

Yet a tinge of yearning for that moss you left,
How would life be as that moss-covered stone?


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