Cornerstone

I keep picking up my legs,
Running, retrieving,
Is it purpose or boredom that drives?
I look up at you
Just in time to see you laugh.
Finally stare back at me,
Fold your hands in your lap.
And the burden is yours,
But if I wanted, Could we lie?
'You ask for sleep, take something,
Breathe'
I’m not near as found as you think I am,
I’m not near as profound as you.
And if I could sing, I would never stop.
But unfortunately,
I never have enough crop.
And the burden is yours,
But if I wanted, could we lie?
'You ask for sleep, take something,
Breathe'