Pebbles.
You tell me you got pebbles on your beach.
Blemishing the soft sun kissed sand beneath your feet.
Pebbles on your shore line. the turning of the tide
Slowing down your journey to the waterside
Others have to tread a rocky road,
Stumbling and crumbling carrying their load
But coping with the burden that they bear.
No point feeling envious, life just isn’t fair.
Complaining about the pebbles in your way.
Neither caring or listening to what others have to say.
The boulders underfoot are jagged and serrated.
You tell me love and empathy are vastly overrated.
You tell me you\'ve got dark clouds overhead.
Believe me girl, your tapestry has only dropped a thread.
No time to think of anybody else.
No empathy, no sympathy, you look out for yourself.
You talk about those pebbles on your beach
Makes your progress slower torturing your feet
Believe me I got boulders blocking mine
I’d tell you all about it but you just don’t have the time.
Instinctively we move along the track.
We’re looking for the avenues beyond the cul de sac.
To tree lined boulevards where you long to spend your time,
Avoiding the obstructions further down the line.
Don’t talk about those pebbles in your way.
Stop to count your blessings each and every day.
When happiness is so far out of reach,
Stop and count the pebbles on your beach.