"Still" here*

"Still" here*


Somewhere this thing has happened to be
It came out of nowhere, such a mystery
All in all, it is of calm and patience too
But from its stillness of nothing, knows what to do
Its bottom is strong and is also well planted
Looks at things around it, takes nothing for granted


Yet it has no personality or even no charm
On the cold days it is cold, on the warm days it is warm
It seeks for nothing and already knows
It has no parents but it surely did grow
So solitude to its being is the name of the game
It never went nowhere and stayed the same


Each moment that passed, it had nowhere to go
But deep within itself it was always contented though
The void that surrounds it keeps it enveloped still
It comes with no intention and has no will
It could have came from a mountain cliff edge or even a big stone
But it does not see it this way, for it is a rock left all alone


Dom*Colucci 2012