Reason

As I stand here contemplating my life
searching for the good things, finding the bad
Slowly raising one foot as I think of people I knew
looking for the true friends, finding the aquaintences
My foot moves forward as I wonder about God
stumbling for truth and understanding, finding atheism
The chair moves away as I ponder the end
falling for the floor, finding the rope
I stop grasping for reason.

by

William R. Thomas