Stoned

The other day I saw a gentleman wearing four different rings in all four fingers of his right hand as he gestured while addressing the group of people listening intently to him. One of them, me, was obviously not listening! I was intrigued by the different stones in his rings. Luck, peace of mind, anger management, health - they all come in a tiny colored package sitting pretty in the bed of metal. If only life were that simple!

An image of perfection peeps back

Never been more aware of the things I lack

A blank stare into the mirror

I feel the silent siege of stupor

Not ready to give up yet

Just needed to keep abreast

I said I’m an unfinished work

They said in darkness you’ll lurk

Pushing through to handle rage’s tide

Working hard to turn luck on my side

I said I lay the rules, I draw the lines

They said palms reflect all things divine

Bruised under the feet by the sand and gravel

Wisdom’s momentary loss proved fatal

Laze won the battle over labor

The mind turned tables in their favor

Vigor shattered in that moment of inaction

Forever lost sense of traction

I’m stunned I let my might be dethroned

I’m stunned I let my hands be stoned