My life

is like

cobblestones.

Nothing fits just

right.

Like your

bricks.

Striaght and aligned.

Unlike my cobblestones,

your bricks

continue forever in

one.

straight.

path.

I zig zag.

form new paths.

Some of my cobblestones are missing.

Your bricks are fresh

and new.

My cobbles are rough

and ragged.

But I am not scared or forever broken

I will live and have a good life as a cobblestone path.

So tell me how your path is going?

How is it

never trying new things or talking to new people?

One day you will break

I am sure

but who will be there to mend you back together when every one is gone?