I often wonder
When I feel my knees kneal before
the ever glorious garden
I lay for a day
Reality seems to run away
Always tomorrow never today
I feel no motivation
I make manic all my views
For I have said that many a time now
How, can this life lend a subtle hand
to plant my feet in the ever sinking sand
For which we were born and reborn
Adorn the feet of the most
righteous earthly fear
The one you may never lend ear
Cause I dart from each dream and thought
That wants to bury itself alive
It grabs every notion I own
And Makes it an insult
To all who hear
To all that come clear with the meaning
The reason I could never love
Above I sit and wait
Approach the gate to life
Above that of which we stumble through
On a cold winters day
In the gray matter of our mind
Down the bumpy path to unwind
and grind its very essence outta me
It's plain to see
Gray matter and me
 

Kelly C. O'Donnell
©2000