So much for going home then

Around the weight of a couple stone tiles

So fun, it’s the one thing i carry round with the sweetness of a child

If you wanna try and walk around

Holding up the sky from the rocks on the ground

And if i ever find use for the day:

Stone cut, like a birthday

Like the jagged edge of the week we spend away

Entries on the shore, gems in the sand

Float on the wave of the back of your hand

Cut around the corner faster if it’s forward i won’t need you soon

All before the spring opens wide

I’m not still here i can’t tell

Always