Skipping Stone

Whether I run too fast 

I am chasing something  

Slowly what was, is gone

Speak until the speach becomes intelligible  

Everything is ground bitter  

If it's the same truth for you  

Skipping another stone till it rests on the bottom  

Everything rattles downstream  

Wait for an answer slowly you are sure  

Where you fit in? 

If I walked taller 

If that is what made the gap closer

There must be freedom in that

Pouring through the watershed  

Where no one needs the power on

None of this needs to whisper  

Take me to the place where you are real