The Perfect Rock

If only when skipping rocks, they came back like a boomerang, because the perfect rock only skipped 7 times for me.

But then you would need the perfect water to skip it in.

But everything can't go your way, because if it did that's that only rock my hands would touch.

That rock would be my Golden Snitch, the only person to touch it would be me.

But it isn't that way.

Instead I have to find ones that are okay, and lose them seconds later.

I want to stop divorcing rocks.

I want the world to stop divorcing rocks.

Why can't we just find the perfect one and stay with it?

I want a boomerang rock.