Why Do I
Unable to see when I examine me… In abstract blindness of self
Once again claiming I’ve never sinned… Wearing the mask of perfection
As I dance the dance of righteousness and pretend I forget to ask…
Why do I… Ignore
The sign burning in my eyes… As I lock the prophecy door
And pretend not to see… The shadow lurking in my mirror
Why do I… Mock
Judgment day and look… Over… Under… Behind… Through
And away from the lines around my eyes that whisper the truth
Why do I… Avoid
The message from the voice… Shouting within… Calling it noise
As it replays my sins of omission… As I hoard my possessions
Why do I… Refuse
The gift of a life without time… And the chance to clear my mind
As I race the race of disgrace… Wearing a distracted angry face
Why do I… Deny
The answer I prayed for… And knock on the locked door
To see the lips and tongue… Of the one they say will come
Why do I… Pretend
I forget to ask… And race down my path… Trying to pass
Like every day in my wasted past… Why do I… Live this way
Crazy Father’s Daughter-
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 