Here I sit

I see him looking down on me

As if he has nothing better to do

Wasting your time again his look implies

Wrestling with your own private demons while the world spins around you

Thinking only of yourself again

I notice he is by himself as well

I wonder if he can feel

Does he have emotions

Can he cry

Will he wander the stars someday

I am not as important by comparison

I am a pebble tossed in a stream

a slight sound and a few ripples

but nothing more

I couldn’t change the flow of the stream anymore than I could wound a diamond with a toothpick

Funny to feel so small