I don't know why I feel like a grenade
Never stocked explosives inside;
Never once ignited my name,
Not intentionally--
But, still--
When you come in to meet me,
Oh--
What a thrill!
Threw yourself in a warzone
And I'm staggering, still--
Crashing through Life with a God-given will,
-- God-given?,
Or God-foresaken?
Or *******.
I stumble through time with a rifle for a hand,
And a stone-throwing gaze
And a mind that's a maze
Of trench warfare
Or, if I'm lucky,
Hills.
From which I shoot---
Dear, keep on walking my way,
One day
I'm bound to hit you.