Lost

Deep in the forest with no light from the Sun
I question the absence of fear
The cold wet mud molests my toes

And makes me feel so queer

I look up above and see no clouds
Just God dancing around the trees
Where is he now, has he left me
As I drop down to my knees

Should I take a chance on that broken road
And follow my writing hand
Or embrace the blind walking
And skip to the song of that distant band

My delirious laughter is not so funny

Simply a blanket for my panic
Body stuck deep in the mud

Oh so scary in this dark green Titanic

-C