Pick… Throw
Pick… Throw
Pick… Throw
Another pebble, another wall
Pick… Throw
Pick… Throw
I wish you the best of luck,
And hope that you never get stuck,
In any sorrow that humans pluck,
By themselves or by the unfair world’s muck.
But can we stop throwing pebbles?
Can we break down the walls?
Can we have a single roof?
Break bread, and have peaceful hours?
Can we speak the truth? About you and me?
Can we embrace each other and have some honesty?
If you can’t walk away, can we live together?
If I can’t go, can we have some peace together?
But no, our hearts are still not at rest with each other.
A little blaming, a little complaining, is in call for each other.
Forgiveness is our second nature,
Yet for ourselves, mercy we can’t spare.
Hence, punishing ourselves, we slap each other.
But for beautiful memories, we need one another.
For the stories, for the mind, we might unite,
But truthful honesty’s denial will bring up more fights.
With a peace-loving soul entrenched in my kind,
Walking away I shall choose, every time I find
A stick in my hand to calm my mind.
Lo! Chains are tied to my wandering feet,
And now I shall stay and go through this
Continuous ticks of pebbles hitting my chest,
And walls I will raise, in my defense.
Pebbles shall you throw,
Walls shall I raise,
Rocks I will throw,
And forts you will create.
And all we needed, was to have some mercy,
Hold our hands and be each other’s worthy.
But if this is the path, that’s chosen for us,
Then let us walk it completely
And have each other’s trust
In picking and throwing.
So come, pick… and throw.
I will throw a rock soon,
You keep picking. And throw.