Inside my beautiful garden

There is a stone

I lay my head there

And no one knows

There is a tree

I rest upon the stone

I'm discovering me

Inside the beautiful garden

I ponder my beliefs

I'm trying my best I say

But I get covered in all the leaves

Will this be my final resting place

Who says it won't be it

But I snap at better judgement

And deny the inconvenient

Inside my beautiful garden

It is getting cold

And as I begin to shiver

I feel the frost on my nose

Inside the beautiful garden

There is a stone

It may have seeped into my head

And I have this block

But for whom the bells tolls

I will be triumphant

And no more excuses

I will turn this stone into a pillow

No more excuses

Rock Vanity