The Paving Stone
The paving stone sits like a stone
Alone at the side of the street
It has no eyes, no ears to hear
It cannot feel the passing feet
Tears and fears and threats and conversational discourse
Cannot move the slab that submits to only force
Too heavy to ride the tide of human emotion
It lies on the bed of the social ocean
Has no fears about pollution
Doesn't care for revolution
Doesn't mind
Unaware,
Blind.
And every day, the planet spins
For those who lose, and those who win
And the paving stone.
