The Tall Grass

Lately, all I have seen is cigarette smoke around me

I have been lost in this haze for a long time

Even before I ever took my first sip of tobacco

Before the poison ever graced my lips

I have seen this smoke ever since I acknowledged myself

From the time I knew myself, or the beginning of myself

I have seen this illusory dance in front of my eyes

I have perceived reality through a lens not fit for navigating it

I have at many times, made wrong turns down dirt paths

Deviating off course into the unknown tall razor grass

My arms and legs are shredded but I feel it and because of the pain

I know I am still here

I am still alive

Often times, that is what life feels like to me

A series of paths through a maze of grass taller than I could ever reach

So I am forced to push forward

Regardless of the fear, the anxiety or the pain

I will reach my destination as surely as I won't if I choose to stop

My body would crumble and fade into the earth, only for its energy to be reborn again in the universe's never ending cycle

I just want to reach somewhere peaceful, where I am contented

I must believe that I can reach this place

Otherwise I am lost all over again