There have been things done
Things said
Things in general
If there is any meaning to ‘general’
Then life’s day-to-day
It fits the definition of ‘general’
This day that day every day any day some day
Some days I feel more lost than others
It is a path that I chose to take
Got part way down it and turned around
Rushed back
Trying to follow the bread crumbs
The birds
It must have been the birds
The loons
They stole the crumbs
Every last one of them
Looking for clues
Searching for the way home
The clouds threaten to wash away any trace
Any hint any bit or piece
All those things that assist me
The breeze bleats for my haste
Hurry hurry away gone away
Mother Nature this thing I beg of thee
Help me help me help me please
Show me the way
Steps to take
My way home
Help me help me help me please
Listen to my cries
Hear my sighs
Know my regret for wrongs done
Help me help me help me please
The crumbs were stolen away
Blown away
Gone without a trace
Help me help me help me please
Those words spoken
Daggers of silence
Drain tears from my eyes
Mother Nature
This I ask of you…what to do?
Guide me where I need to go
Lead me to where I need to be
By thee, Air
that is her breath
By thee, Fire
that is her warmth
By thee, Water
that is her life
By thee, Earth
that is her body
No comments:
Post a Comment