Concrete : version 2
We tumbled with sand, tumbled with gravel
tumbled to all beats, in all sorts of ovals
we tumbled in it all, together
only to be laid as roads
to be stamped upon by
that rotund school kid with a sack as plump as him
that gaunt woman who dragged her mop as she brushed past every dawn
that superfluous lorry which made a record wheels die screaming
that man with the tapering iron shoes who missed his soccer ball every time
that rookie who rode his two wheeler on a single wheel, just so he could stamp us in some kind of geometric patterns
we got all roughed up, but never got ruffled
until the day it rained.
who knew then, that the mix was all mixed up.
u say it wasn't you
i know it wasn't me
But something had seeped in
and it left a puddle for us to drown and for them to fall.