Siting in the grass, at the park
under the sky, and a bit of dark
looking down, at the lights of town
and up to see, the stars watching me
and I get the feeling I am not as wise
as I appear in my own eyes
but I am comforted to be part of some plan
I can’t see or understand
I once was the guy who had it all figured out
until my whole reality feel apart
I get off the grass, and brush off my ass
a metaphor I am ready for more
Sirens shatter the silence
I return to my humble home
but I have the strangest comfort
I am not alone