One by one, they'll go away

I think, I dream and I think again.
From where to start
When there's no end?

Yoga, massage, painting...
Come what may.
Anything which helps
Keeping my mind away.

Sometimes it's hard to face the truth.
But what am I saying?
Why am I complaining?
Where does this fear come from.

If everything's perfect.
So transparent, crystal clear.
It seems fragile,
but it's just a smear.

These rocks on the path,
they'll one day be scared away.
I should just wait for time to move them,
Or move them myself today.

One by one.