Heads of Stone. Bodies of Dirt.

Now listening to: The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

I read great things and I hear great stories and I watch great people live.
My "soul" is ignited, but apparently the flame does not catch and I find myself complaining about how I'm sick all of the time and how I owe money to a lot of people and how I'm stuck.
I'm approaching a departure for Indiana.
I predict smokey diners with friends in booths.
I predict anger at the way it is and how it should be done.
I predict me thinking what is "it" anyway?
I predict me thinking, "We're all so full of dirt."
With heads of stone sinking down into our bodies of dirt.
Our bodies crumbling across the sands we stand upon.
The sand giving way to the waters around.
The water evaporating to the clouds above.
The cloud ripping apart by the winds traveling through.
The wind halting to the mountains in ahead.
The mountain crumbling under the weight of the stones composing it's body.
The stone falling onto a small pile of dirt.
It is a process.
Beautiful and Ugly.
It is only prevented when we take our glorious heads of stone
and replace them with the dirt we are actually made of.
Then, we can realize the sand we stand on before it gives way.

Shalom.