Blaming Everything

-Blaming Everything-
by Keaton Foster



At the sun
Towards the sky
Pointing upward
Pointing wide
Gesturing
All around
Blaming everything
Not because it’s right
But because we can
Who we are
Why we are here
Ever so unclear
We want to know
At any damn price
The answers
Deemed by us
A rite
When a rite
Is what they are
Least of all
God above knows
He understands
Better than most
This mess
Once
Gestated in his gut
Thus birthed
Upon the world
Delivered
To an idea
That he alone
Would let it go of
Unassuming
Has been his role
He cares not
So point if you must
Upward and wide
Across all lines
Over every divide
He sees nothing of you
And feels even less
Because of what we do
He has become numb
Saturated by
A preponderance of
“What if?”
Blaming everything
Is what we do
When everything
Is what we know
Least of all
We are the fools
We are the stooges
Meant to be greater
Than we presently are
Such a level eludes us
And further will
So much of who we are
What we feel
We must become
Is convoluted
Heavily diluted
Watered down
By our joined tears
Blaming everything
Is how we make sense
Of what we don’t know
Of what we don’t understand
It’s our method of survival
At any price
At the sun
Towards the sky
Pointing upward
Pointing wide
Gesturing all around
Seek God within the clouds
Let him know your anger
Feel your resentment
Judge him as judgmental
When that is what he is
Least of all
Further I must add
As closure
To this rhyme
That in fact
Could go on for miles
Simply put
That being above
God all mighty
Just doesn’t care
Long before now
He cleaned his hands
Of us and our time
Blaming everything
Thus blaming nothing…



Blaming Everything
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.