Scroll Of Dirt

Scroll Of Dirt

You’ve never spoke up before, when our spokes sluggishly glazed by, and we were catching on to all the fun plans, we were in each others hands. We laughed, we played, but you were the outcast among us, are kind words and childish laughter was an indirect spit in the face. We were the makings of many and you were the byproduct of one, but why did it take me so long to grow ears equipped to your frequency. I’ve walked through here a good few hundred times, but I couldn’t ever find you. You’d leave an imprint in your displaced sand, but I’m just a man and I’ve never even seen the dirt that displayed me. Why all of a sudden now. Instead of chasing something of worth, I’m changing something thats nothing. This dirt can tell no lies its withered and old, but continually tries, just by swiveling it between my palms, I’m flipping through its novel and it’s showing me. And even the the memories aren’t vivid and there a little choppy, walking past you is guiding me on a timeline and all this time your were holding back all these secrets, catching my peak of interest and all of a sudden of the eyes to see you, caressing your grittiness, I gently let you slip through my fingers, so someone else can read this dirty book.