Daily
in the garden
I sit, I stare,
and
chat with GOD,
I name things:
that is love!!!
that is hate!!!
that is anger!!!
that is Joy!!!
this is loneliness.
paradise is purgatory.
no rhyme or reason
to the dance of life.
We shuffle like zombies.
looking for brains,
someone has to have the answer?
Dusty books digitized.
for prying eyes
searching for answers
to questions with no lessons.
How do I get off of earth alive?
