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
