A Stroller Walking

Gravel detests the throbbing strollers undeserving of the dust that settles beneath.

Stones fly high into the air, only to return to their home in the ground.

The murky dew hedging between the rocks performs a sticky operational pull, as if they are being forced to evacuate home.

The moldings take shape, one by one, and the gray stones flounder further into the earth.

But the bouncing of the stroller presses onward, oblivious to the disruption of the stone’s true path.

Is life as simple as a stroller pushing us aside, creating a new journey for us to follow in due time?

Though we may not ever know the stone’s true purposes, we know it can flow and change directions while maintaining its true identity.

We don’t have to hide our true natures, either.

We can only elaborate on what we know to be true, and understand that if we follow the stroller, the others may lag behind.