Rock Bottom

There's a little place
Called Rock Bottom

A place where little rocks come and gather
Singing their happy silent songs
Or their shiny little plaid surfaces
And their cold hard hearts

There's a little place
Called Rock Bottom

A place for little rocks to come and gather
Just waiting for the wind and the water and the sun
To come and turn them to dust

And you can visit them
And learn from their unchanged little lives
About their long lasting little buddies

Somewhere in Rock Bottom
You might just find your very own
Rock bottom little Rock Bottom buddy

-Naytica-

Sinking

Singking
I'm sinking
To the bottom of an endless pond
Which edges I cannot reach nor see

How did I get here?
Was my first question
For I thought it was a pond
Not a never ending salt water ocean

Maybe it is a mere trick of the mind?
Or perhaps a trick of the eyes?
For what I can see and what my mind describes
Are neither same or sane

Should I just try and find the bottom of this ocean?
Maybe then I can decide which is right
My mind
Or my eyes

Maybe then
I can find my missing heart

-Naytica-