I am a rolling stone

Rolling Stone



I am a rolling stone and in this life I have gathered no moss
so now wherever I may decide to wander and roam
no matter what I know Ill be lost

lost in the shadows between the darkness and the light
praying for guidance as I cry through the night
but Ill never give up Ill never turn away
Im gonna live this life day by day by glorious day

I am a rolling stone and when I dream
I dream of simple things
for whats in my mind is all that I know
and in my mind I wish I could be free

free from the sorrow and free from the pain
the pain that always follows me
even when Im walking in the rain

but Ill never give up Ill never turn away
from this lonely road that I now travel
for it just may somehow someday
lead me to a much better place

I am a rolling stone and in this life I have gathered no moss.
Roy Williams
Mobile Alabama

I wrote this, and many other poems in the year 1996 while traveling the
country hoping to "find myself". I never found myself, but I met so many people doing the same exact thing I was doing. I guess Im not alone afterall.

i think people gather moss because it's warm and comfy and there're few options.
how do we keep rollin' in a world that rewards so few rollers?
i wanna roll regardless of reward, but dammit, granola and a host of other crap costs money.
maybe we've bumped into each other.

Im a stuck stone in the side of a hill
theres no moss on me
cause its as hot as a grill

Its so hot here the grass
just bursts into flame
and i cant even smoke it
its such a shame