THE MARGINS

I watched you out there with my eyes closed,
I felt you somewhere beside the silhouettes and the shadows,
You remained a mystery to me even today,
Questioning the wind and saying "come what may."

If I lay in the grass and feel the coldness of the dews,
And if I wet my Clothes and my shoes,
I'll sleep amidst the silent tunes of the whispering blades,
and feel the warmth of your promised place. . .

And for now I'll sleep with eyes wide shut,
And for tomorrow I'll still think about the flaws,
remembering that It'll perfectly follow your plans and laws,
Putting in mind the simplicity of your demands; the complexity of
our wants; the idiocracy and the logic of your molds. . .

You My Master. . . I'll always behold.