A man walking along a road most traveled hears a voice asking for his help. |
-Push Me- by Keaton Foster The other day Quite gay I was on my way Where How could you care I was about halfway From someplace I’ve been And somewhere I was going But then I heard a man’s voice Whispering out of view Calling me with his truth I stopped for far too long Instead of continuation Curiosity crept in Holding me in place Time in many ways ceased Further driving me To be quite curious I replied to the man What is it that is wrong There was no reply At least not one I’ll admit I further persisted And thus so did he Come closer he asked A dozen feet to the left Off the side of the road That you are traveling on At the edge of nothing That any of us Are comfortable with That is where I am Where you need to come A fool for every idea I followed his words There To the edge of nothing He was standing alone His feet halfway over His body leaning back Just enough to keep him From forever falling down I said to the man Kind sir of so few words Is this predicament yours Did you put yourself here At the edge of nothing He nodded yes Then he hung his head low Shame poured from his face But Fear was no place exposed What if Filled my empty head But it was assumption That would become king What can I help you with What do you need from me If saving is not what you wish By convincing or interference Then what What do you need Why did you call me here Off the road most travelled Why am I here with you A dozen feet off the path That I am meant to walk He raised his head For all but a second And then he asked Push me… Push Me Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |