Flowers in the field

Why did I get lost?
Why hasn’t this happened yet?
Why is this happening now?
What reason is there for this?
What reason is there for that?
That does not seem fair!
Does anyone care?
Can anyone hear?
What’s the point of fear?
Why did that bee land here?
Why did I blink and not see?
Why does the cat follow me?
Can we ever be free?

Was it all set and planned?
If I give you a hand,
Where will we all land?
Just tracing shapes in the sand.

When can I sit down and play?
Like we did just yesterday.
Many years down the lane.
We collected leaves in vain.

You left your thoughts out in space,
Times seeps and runs the rat race,
Can we ever find a place?
Without tears on our faces?

What does it all mean?
What’s behind the grey screen?
Why so many shades of green?
Why aren’t things what they seem?

Only You know the time
You have diamonds to refine,
One day I will see mine,
Beneath the silver-edged pine.

There’s a box not opened yet,
Where we put things to forget,
Remember we walked and got wet,
Let’s grasp those dreams in a net!

Sifting grass in the field,
With life, I will wield
My strength as a bow,
Where gentle waters flow.

Smell a flower in a field,
Let all the others go,
Admire and breathe so slow,
Where do the gentle waters flow?