Weeds Overgrown

• by Mark Napier

  
  I wonder at times, why should I care?
  my purpose in life, lost but brought to bare
  on things and reasons better left unknown
  a crowded garden with weeds overgrown

  Wonder and amazement still fill my eye
  burning with a brilliance cast deep inside
  darkened by the truth half-spoken but known
  in my crowded garden, weeds overgrown

  I knew the truth but refused to believe
  a much needed crutch, a thing of relief
  ripped apart by reasons light, that has shown
  a crowded garden with weeds overgrown

  Cling to the past's warm light
  keeing the truth at bay, shrouded in night
  that we are all there is, all alone
  in a garden with weeds overgrown

  So till the ground and plant the seed
  remove the past, and pull the weeds
  start anew with a truth all your own
  to avoid a garden with weeds overgrown

  
  © Mark A. Napier