My ramblings....

Falling Into Weeds

We all fall abruptly to the wayside
With no reason or measure to get us back up
Caught in the tangles of what grows below

Oh folly, oh folly
We try to get up
Oh sensibility, such brevity
We wont find you if we try
No we wont find you if we try

And so our bones become twisted with the leaves and the greens
Crumbling and dematerializing and mixing with the clay
Where will we find our souls?
Being carried off by the beetles and the bugs
To some distant ground where they will bury or lay

Oh persistence, for we seem to be slipping out of reach
Into time or weeds
Or whatever this is that is swallowing is up
So stretch your hand up higher
And grasp whatever may be grasping from above

posted by Unknown @ 10:55 PM