You put the fear in me.

I sit pondering what it all means.

Lonely on my grassy hill,

Picking at the daisy chain around my wrist.

I am wistful…and I smile.

A breeze gently moves the whisps from my face.

A touch of sun shines in that breeze.

Again, I smile.

The daisy chain browns as I watch.

I smile.

The grass itches my skin

As an ant crawls on my knee.

It bites me…and I smile.

The smell of sun gives me hope for tomorrow.

The prognosis of a great day overshadowed

By an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

I lift my face to the sky and am thankful.

I am blessed.

I smile.

I am not crazy.

I know what others see,

The hill that is burned and scarred beneath me.

The sun blocked out by the thunderous black clouds.

Rain falling in such tedious fashion

That it blocks a view from one’s eyes.

But if you look closely and close your eyes,

The sun still shines, the grass is still green.

The ant does bite.

The daisy chain still glows a blurring white light.

I fear you in a biblical sense.

For to fear you, is to love you.

And this obsession is far from over.

And if it hides this dark massive world

Of anger and hate, I will welcome the obsession.

Nothing else is of importance.

I fear you, true.

I am obsessed with you.

And I, lonely on a grassy hill that is all in my imagination,

Love you.