Pocket full of stones

Fell is the curse of the green leaf
That buys you and gets bought.
Count them slowly all you want
No slower it seems to run out.

You hopped all day and sang all night
And stole an afternoon nap.
The world looked smaller to your eyes,
When the evening had come by.

Dont you think you're dreaming
Sooner than you are allowed?
Where'd you think you're going
With your pocket full of stones?

Somber, concise and diligent,
They cruised by, through them all.
Past all the mighty mountains,
That held you back afar.

Toil and trudge, that you will
But theres always more to climb.
You chose to burden the beaten path
So, heavy your footsteps fall.

Dont you think you're dreaming
Sooner than you are allowed?
Where'd you think you're going
With your pocket full of stones?

Gilded skies lead you on,
And promise to take you there.
Where the sunshine filters soft and warm,
To tickle those dancing strings.

Off you go, down the road
Sweating, trudging, till you drop.
Brace yourself for you chose to share
Of all things, the dreamer's plight.

Dont you think you're dreaming
Sooner than you are allowed?
Where'd you think you're going
With your pocket full of stones?