I am always near, just an accident away.

I do not breathe, I do not sing, I do not weep.

Come to me when you lose your way.

 

They hear you speak, though there’s nothing to say.

They mock you day and night, awake or asleep.

I am always near, just an accident away.

 

When you are alone, fiercely you pray.

Plunging into the abyss, not caring how deep.

Come to me when you lose your way.

 

From a rope on a tree you long to sway.

As you expire, you may hear me creep.

I am always near, just a decision away.

 

But, if life becomes good and you no longer stray

And you choose your existence to keep, still

Come to me if you lose your way.

 

And if all shall fail then hear me say,

While you sit alone and weep,

I am always here, just an accident away.

Come with me, now that you’ve lost your way.

 

by Zoe Ormiston