You're Walking Around

Sure, you're walking around (probably not because you're lazy) and you find a stone resting on the curb of a street corner. Something inside says "look at it and pick it up... it's all I'm working with." Sure, you're walking around... wondering why thinking about a rock is such an event. What makes this rock so special that it makes your thoughts turn into a knot? Is it the obvious emptiness that you carry inside? Do you hear crickets in your existence? You probably do... everybody does! because everybody is empty inside. At least for a while... the good thing about being you (human)is that you have the ability to think, and to be clever, and to learn from your past, current, and future experiences. Until then you're empty inside. Thinking about a miserable rock turning your thoughts into spaghetti... confusing every sense of your existence. And for worse results, you bring people down to that level with you... especially those who really care. Not about you because you're stupid... until you become clever... but some don't, and sure... you're walking around.