Boulder

It was just a word, no it didn’t mean much
A simple word referred to with growing up and such.
To me it possed no meaning, could roll right my tongue
And now it rattles in my brain steadily being sung.
It’s a lifeless word, but it’s free to roam
Like, xylophone a distant cousin of the metronome.
Vocabulary that’s not needed to second guess
One that’s simple and easy to express.
It flew around in circles and it buzzed about my head.
And now it sits coldly in my heart making me feel dead.
It once possessed no meaning but now it tells it all,
How I’ve maneuvered around trapped doors to avoid the fall.
Used in conversation, brought up and spit out
Look into my eyes, you will see them shout.
And as it travels left to right my heart feels faint
Because it ties me down, I am restraint.
It is the heaviest word, a bolder slammed in its meaning
Its content to me is manipulative and misleading.
And as my head is spinning and it’s all that I can hear
Realizing the path I take couldn’t be more clear.
Cause when you’re gone the only thing worse then you not around
Is that your word will still be here haunting me waiting to be found.