I Am Here For a Reason and Frail Mind
I Am Here For a Reason
I almost left this page blank
But I have my son to thank
How can I tell him that I don't see a reason
In not living along side him for dozens of seasons
I am here to give him all he wants and needs
And to wipe his tears and kiss his scraped knees
I am here to watch him grow as tall as the trees
And to help his mind expand helplessly
Despite the universe's guile
I only want to see him smile
Wholly I fear
That he would smile less if I wasn't here
Frail Mind
Those thoughts I once thought were feeble
But those thoughts are prominent and own me
What are those thoughts?
Thoughts of life and how it leaves, how it is fleeting
Thoughts of death and how it is imminent
My regard was for my simple soul
And how I knew I shouldn't have a soul
How my breath should not have been
I wanted to appease the inevitable
I wanted to forget how I thought
Often still, I want to forget how I think
All of these causes and thoughts of worth
How all of us billions are worth something
When truly we're cockroaches
In an infested house with a 2 o'clock appointment
With the exterminator
Truly I don't want to break
I want to continue to write poems no one reads
I want to continue to be the only person who cares about me
But I'm falling apart
I'm fragile like the vase falling from twenty stories
I'm fragile like the sage telling twenty honest stories
The mind is frail, my mind is frail, life is frail
I'm sorry that it crippled me
I'm sorry that I'm not as strong as I should be
I almost left this page blank
But I have my son to thank
How can I tell him that I don't see a reason
In not living along side him for dozens of seasons
I am here to give him all he wants and needs
And to wipe his tears and kiss his scraped knees
I am here to watch him grow as tall as the trees
And to help his mind expand helplessly
Despite the universe's guile
I only want to see him smile
Wholly I fear
That he would smile less if I wasn't here
Frail Mind
Those thoughts I once thought were feeble
But those thoughts are prominent and own me
What are those thoughts?
Thoughts of life and how it leaves, how it is fleeting
Thoughts of death and how it is imminent
My regard was for my simple soul
And how I knew I shouldn't have a soul
How my breath should not have been
I wanted to appease the inevitable
I wanted to forget how I thought
Often still, I want to forget how I think
All of these causes and thoughts of worth
How all of us billions are worth something
When truly we're cockroaches
In an infested house with a 2 o'clock appointment
With the exterminator
Truly I don't want to break
I want to continue to write poems no one reads
I want to continue to be the only person who cares about me
But I'm falling apart
I'm fragile like the vase falling from twenty stories
I'm fragile like the sage telling twenty honest stories
The mind is frail, my mind is frail, life is frail
I'm sorry that it crippled me
I'm sorry that I'm not as strong as I should be