A pebble named ego

Lies in a lake of navy

Floats, sinks, stews

its light reflected atop the water

Shining, the color of your eyes

A soothing siren wails

Her voice, an angel!

All rocks are skeptics, naturally it follows

As it rolls downriver, it hits something

dam

A hole, just smaller

A keyhole, the shape of a heart

For to open this dam, reveals a waterfall of worlds

Oh, how I wish to fall!

But my heart is made of stone

How can I shape my heart to fit?

The pebble reaches for the light that shines within

The one that makes it shine so bright

Even when there is no other light around

Here ya go, have it. It’s all yours!

click, creak, crack

the pebble lies, stuck inside the lock

Holding back the waterfall

If only I had heart, I could go

But the stone is foolish

tough, unforgiving, valiant little rock

The Siren speaks,

To open the door, you must knock

knock, knock

Who’s there?

...

The siren leaves

For the pebble can not speak its heart

So it writes a poem in its mind

Oh, How I wish I could fall!