I Am That Blade of Grass – Methodical Madman

I am that blade of grass
Withering, dying
Half-heartedly hiding beneath greener grass.

I am that blade of grass
That you trample on without a care.
Because I am just grass,
Just another blade of grass.

I am that blade of grass
That came without you knowing
And I will leave without anyone noticing
Not even my fellow grass.

Sometimes I wonder
If I came to this earth for a reason
But grass brain
Was not meant to process philosophy.

I only know,
Looking at the field around me,
That a small patch of grass was a little bit greener because I lived.