Quest

Is the weather confused or is it just me?

Is it raining outside or is it just the storm inside?

Mind over body, Longing over reason

When logic fails

But you don’t see yourself fail

Gazing up into the clouds

Caressing the prickly grass

Trying to peek behind each fluffy cloud

To steal a look at what’s beyond

Is there a beyond?

Is that what I believe?

Is there anything at all that I believe in anymore?

The era of God has gone

Mother’s love is there but that’s a given

Walking shoulder to shoulder with friends

Sipping cups of tea

Are those bygones too?

Is the laughter too loud?

Or just the memories too strong?

The sun too bright?

Or am I just burnt raw.

Is it too late?

 Or did I run out of time?

Did I lose everything?

Or did I just lose myself?

All of me, 19-05-2015