From Higher Ground

Trying to find something meaningful in my little world again

A whimsical exchange with a well-meaning friend?

A dance in the fantasy existence of pretend?

When there’s no love it seems that life virtually ends,

Crawling on my belly to the top of the ridge

Be careful of that land mine move over just a smidge

Lifting my binoculars I can see the bridge

While back at the ranch they get a beer from the fridge,

There’s ghosts out here on the perimeter

The morphine makes your speech slur

But, it kills the pain of those wounds, yes sir,

Seems my entire life has been in a blur,

Wondering which hill in life is worth dying on

So many times all options seemed gone

Or was it just the lack of sleep until dawn

Seems I never established trustworthy bonds,

When family and friends leave you so easily

Might as well be a turtle on its way to the sea

Perhaps a Seagull would eat me

Or I might just make it to the water to be free,

So God looked down from higher ground

From where there came an emanating sound?

First all the answers appeared then couldn’t be found

Then all hopes for human wisdom simply drowned.