Escape
When I first got to my new home on this shelf I thought life would be swell. Boy was I wrong. Being a selenit rock I look way different than all the other rocks here. The first few days the other rocks said I looked weird in a good way. Now they say I look weird in a horridly bad way. Life isn’t worth living any more. But how am I going to get out of here?
One day the light above was unscrewed, shortly after someone yelled at someone else for being a dumbwit and forgetting to buy a new light bulb. This was my chance.
That night, after all the other rocks were asleep, I hopped from shelf to shelf and was careful not to wake anyone up. I squeezed through the opening and ended up on the roof. I slid down the drainpipe. I was free! I headed out to Chihauhau, Mexico like my nametag said I was from.
Once there I stumbled across my family and snuggled into my old home, my only home.
The End
The banded sandstone
I go light, dark, light
I can grow to great heights
I’m the banded sandstone
Was crushed down below
And that’s how I got so tight
If I could talk
If I could talk
I’d say quite a lot
‘Cause I sparkle and gleam prettily
I sit here all day
But that’s not the way
It was when I was made
Where I was found
Was down in the ground
And I was put in this old museum
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