The search started with the flame,
and then it was on with the game,
a look here, a peak there, sigh,
and all answers, were just dry.
In classrooms, between lectures,
it was always about who is right,
the guy with the green cap on top,
or the black cap goons who fight.
Then the teachers,those items intense,
some left, some were right on the fence,
but there was definite hate, a solid try,
to predict where we’d go after we all die.
And there in the middle was me, thinking,
pondering over their words, their words,
that just never made any sense, and I’d fly,
thinking about blasphemy, dogma, and why?!
Because I was supposed to, or I’d just piss off,
the angels in the sky, and the man sitting up high,
and he’d send me to hell, and make me burn forever,
and never let me see heaven, ah! Wasn’t I clever?
And then I’d go to pray, five times a day,
and if you’d ask me why? I wouldn’t say,
I would just smile and tell you, it’s sacred verse,
and if you disagree, then let me be there to curse.
So it was me, my pants up over my ankle,
my head spinning, without knowing a clause, reason,
because if I did that, it would be bad, solid treason,
and then it just stopped making sense to me,
was I being held captive, or was actually free.
That’s where the real search started,
I started to question here, there and now,
about why we are here, and it all works how?
and the search continues but one things for sure,
I would never let dogma influence me, or allure.
It is seduction and it is wrong,
I’m way over it, and I am strong,
hate me for I utter mere crap,
but this is not me, it is your trap.
The search is for me to embark upon,
from dusk till night, and back to dawn,
who am I is nothing to you,
a lie to me, is truth to you,
so whatever you say or whatever you do,
always remember, I am me, and you are you.
Picture by Hasan Alam
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