​sand stone

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