the loss of a chance

i took a walk
away from it all
everything on the table
everything on the wall
i went outside to breathe real air
to listen to birds sing without a care
i tried to be still
i tried to be silent
and then i was just there
i sat for a time
someone walked by
they asked if i was comfortable
i said yeah with a questioned tone
i was so unsure of the answer
but i spoke just the same
maybe if i stand between the trees the answers will come
i stand under the leaves still the answers are none
i want to just go on a trip far away
some will protest they'll ask me to stay
when you live for the moment you live all alone
others will fear you and your disregard for order
the way they fear the wind and the sea or a coyote
is there anything that we can truly keep?
we enter with nothing and its the same when we depart
it seems what we have is a few moments in time
there are things that vie for the forefront as hours pass by
there is the flesh and its hunger for food and for touch
the mind with its reasons for thinking so much
a heart wants to love and be loved in return
only the spirit knows what a spirit does yearn
somehow i am all this - im one in the same
an amalgamation of dimensions that war and complain
so forgive me if i seem not so quite laid out straight
when you see me look that way it will be far too late
bring me your flowers and words while im here
it is the loss of a chance that we all have to fear

~csr