A Rock is just a Rock

I was staring at a rock    
just a simple rock      
no veins of quartz      
nor any gold      
not very original      
maybe a little flat on one side  
smooth and polished        
by the river's edge      
but still just a rock to throw away      
and then I thought      
this is a perfect rock      
imbued with rockness      
It's meaning and intent plain to see  
but what of my meaning      
as I weighed the rock's intent      
am I an arrow or a bow      
or a boomerang        
always to return      
repeating the same mistakes
  
 Yet these are just words        
and they are not me      
desperately I want more than words      
I want goals to define meaning      
and actions to determine my intent      
so I've kept the rock      
to remind me of all I've forgot      
looking at it often      
in hopes this rock will speak      
but the rock is just a rock      
as I'm just a man      
the question remains      
what kind of man do I want to be      
and the answer is      
I don't know      
but I'll start with love, honesty, and courage      
to see how far that takes me      
and maybe, just maybe      
when god picks me up        
at the river's edge      
he will see my meaning and intent      
and keep me around for a while