Stepping StoneThinking back to then I stared at myself
At my reflection in my thumbnail Illuminated by the thoughts of now Held by the light of a cell phone’s blinking panel Yeah I thought that it felt quite surreal To see myself in myself and it made me feel Like I did when I was eight or nine: Thought I’d know himself if I passed the time Then I heard the backyard’s humming breeze In my kingdom down in the pine trees And I realized how I had grown How that kingdom was a stepping stone I made friends with the other animals And spoke fluently their colloquials I made laws of pine and wilt and youth I was the king of wilted flowers and hopeful truths Night and day I held my kingdom’s rule Except for dinner time and sometimes school Even summer’s sweat and winter’s freeze Couldn’t shake that humming, backyard breeze All the colors now have changed in shade Nothing ever really stays the same They say, “the world is big the world is small” But I’ll never get to see it all Gotta take my view with a grain of salt It was cold the night when I went back Down through the trees to the old wooden path And I heard my reflection in the wind Heard her beckon me to dream again And it felt too quick to fall from youth And honest hopes and hopeful truths So I sat down on my throne as king And there was a wink and a smile from the wind in the trees I’ll quit kicking it on Saturday Start anew to try and find my way Though the spectrum shifts and seems to dull It’s a catalyst that soon will dawn Keep me singing as I’m dying on |
Stepping Stone |
