I wanted to be a stepping stone

So it’s no fault but my own I was too unstable a place to rest

I’ve known that the best things are those that are familiar

A bench, a tree, a running stream

The types of places you only meant to spend a second but stayed a day

A place for only a foot was not my intent

Yes, I was a place you only meant to stop by

But you never waited long enough to realize

I could be an island