What are you doing with me God?
What are you doing with me Earth?
What is your plan?
I've always thought this suffering
To be a blessing that in time
Will reveal itself to me
And I will be the better for it.
Have I not wanted?
Have I not spent each night
Dreaming the same dream.
Is it a dream?
Or am I sleep walking through life,
A zombie of the penitentiary... this life.
Have I not offered sorrow for this dark hour?
Not offered myself up as bait to this,
Have I not been the callus one for you?
Speaking one phrase and letting it
Deepening it and breathing it
Into my bosom.
For what cause?
For what purpose?
What unearthly shores beckoning me?
I have not the answers.
Though I know not,
How is it this seemingly homesickness
Dwells within me
As though I have once known it
Called it out by name,
Reached for it with generous fingers,
And it has left me now?
Leaving me to wait for it
To come and take me
And make me it's own.
Do not the trees whisper their secrets to me?
Do they not seek me out in the night,
Placating me in reverie
And leaving me unto morning
With utter unrememberment blue.
"Je ne sais pas.
Je ne sais plus.
Je suis perdu."