Those Who Don't

Crashing

Crashing

I crash landed in an open field

I touched down on the soft tall grass

The ground, however, did not yield

And hit, I did very fast

It didn’t hurt as it should

Smashing face first on solid ground

Cushioning as much as it could,

The grass muffled the pain-filled sound

Where I came from was a blur

I couldn’t remember where

Where I was going, I wasn’t sure

But to the sunset on the horizon I stared

What a sight!

What a place!

Wonderful night,

I felt its embrace

I crash landed in an open field.

Where I came from, I couldn’t tell.

Using the gorgeous night sky as my shield,

I saw where I had fell.

And I thought to myself in truth,

“Whatever happened to you?”

And the answer, mocking as it was

Whispered to me, “Just because,”

“You fell from the sky

Around nine-oh-nine,

And it was ‘cause of a boy you knew

He had bright blue eyes

And hair that shined

And yes, fell hard, did you.”