I wish I was a small pebble stone
That rolls and rambles in the roads alone
Un-noticed how happy it must be
In sun or under a shady tree
It never cares about human ambitions and staggering careers
And desperate eagerness or gnawing exigencies it never fears
It can even roam in the wide universal space
Until it finds and falls into another world with a convenient place
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Verily, it makes humans think in this way,