Gather some moss

I am a rolling stone...i gather no moss....
I am driven by time...i never wait...
Never have i stopped and gathered moments to dwell on..
Nor have i stuck to the ground i roll upon...
They use me as a phrase...they idolise my idiosyncracy..
But the irony is...I WANT TO GATHER SOME MOSS
I do not want to ride time...as it curbs my cravings
I do not want my smooth edges..as it curbs my cravings..
I WANT TO GATHER SOME MOSS
I envy bricks as they stay...they stay and witness and live with togetherness..
I envy sand...and its romance with the sea..
I look at those futile chips and blocks and there falls a tear...
Somebody grab me and and throw me where I can stay and not roll
Somewhere I can stare at things and live without a reason...
I REALLY WANT TO GATHER SOME MOSS