Lost In Tall Grass
When I was a young man
I had questions about the big plan
But still I prayed
The way they… Wanted me to pray
In a church… On the seventh day
But as I got older
I would lay sleepless and wonder
As I tried to understand
The plan for this man
I couldn’t comprehend
Everyone’s version… Of the beginning and the end
All I know is… Sometimes I feel
Like nothing I’ve believed is real
Like I’m just an ant
…Lost in tall grass…
Knowing I’m off the path
Wandering aimlessly
With only a clouded dream
Of things deep in my past
Now I think… I hear muffled things
Trying to tell me… Where I should go
Where I should be
Somehow I know… I know
There is a distant place
Where a spirit without a face
Picked this flesh and bones
As it said… Lord let me try
To help this one survive
Somehow I know… I know
He soon realized… Saving me from me
Was harder than it was supposed to be
Now I wonder is it
Trying to escape me
Or is it also the ant
…Lost in tall grass…
Whispers From The Cemetery
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 