My God
What have I done?
I was your son
Perched beneath the sun
Suddenly I sunk below the horizon
And threw myself beneath
To swim in regret and pain
Sorrow is vain and that stains

My God
To fly with the birds
And to see what I have seen
And to dream dreams that have fruited into reality
It seems ironic
And filled with intimacy, turned to oddities

My God,
What have I done?
To measure my options
To dive straight in
And leave emptier than before
An illusion of course,
To hear the sweet sounds of divinity
Yet fall into the ocean deep

Oh God what have I done?
To fail
To try
To free fall
And to lose
To touch the clouds and feel the breeze
To glide across with the trees
And be ceased by reality

My God
What have I done?
Was it me?
Was it me?

© Tristan B. (Tristan B)