That's How It Goes

Will Stelter

When I was a bird,
Clipped my own wings, so you wouldn’t hurt.
I figured they’d re-molt,
Now the damned things never grow.

That’s how it goes…

When I was a stone,
I made it down the hill, but ended up alone.
Just inches from my throne,
On the banks of the atoned.

That’s how it goes…

When I was the sea,
I turned in panic every-night, and I drank for free.
So many things beneath,
Demons, that haunt your very dreams.

That’s how it goes…

When I was a man,
I lived an honorable life, and turned to sand.
My words were weak,
They brushed you on the cheek, fluttered away like leaves.

That’s how it goes…