Ask
Okay, Okay
I guess because I’ve been so careful
You know,
Careful of what I ask
For.
Your ‘blessings,’ well they often are
Anything but,
You know.
Prophets in caves
Kings running from murderous sons.
But here I stand
And they’re all gone.
Father, brother
Mother, Friends,
Son
All gone.
Oh sure – they breathe
But they stand over there
Warm in the meadow,
Warm in the sun.
They don’t search for me.
I see them tossing up prayers
For my wayward nature.
But I understand
I do,
Time is short and despite my care,
I actually asked
For someone to talk to.
So here I am
Alone
With You
Mute.
