Directions

Tell me where the green grass grows The clock ticks and tires out The battery drains in the futile efforts of its calculation Tell me where the blue sky reigns The weather forecast fails to see The promise of your plentiful day. Like the roaming snake that seeks to eat; It finds crickets and rummaging mice; But fails to eat itself; It tries in infinite circles, But regurgitates itself back to its usual self. Tell me where does God sleep My malnourished ears and eyes can only see The bane of my counterparts. And all the chairs rising to your door Are frail to the bone. Tell me where to go!