Where does it lead, this uncertain path?
Though the lord has drawn it, did he,
With his mercy or was it with his wrath?
Who throws the stones at this humbled peasant?
Why is he shunned from wherever man is present?
Stranger to his cult, people of the crescent
Why is it, that only nature accepts him?
Animals, trees his siblings and the stars their parents
Crushed by the weight on his spineless back
Eternally damned yet yearning for heaven
Where is he to seek shelter if his body is a raging storm?
Confined to the dark dungeons of space and time
Afraid to look through the cracks in the wall
Though clearly He guides him by unveiling the signs
His mind tortures him with the formation of every thought
Confused, is this redemption or punishment for his crimes?
Vivid are the lies in all the ‘wisdom’ he was taught
No longer able to forcefully swim against the tides
Where is this truth? And why is it that he inquires?
He could not answer those question to save his own life
Every explanation only makes him feel like a liar
Never true to himself even when he writes
Baffled by this image of salvation from Hell fire
Is it really about the rules will they lead us to paradise?
And what about the mercy of this lord you speak of?
Is he Him if to a few chosen ones the truth he confines?
Finally, exhausted he falls and he cries
Pleading and begging for the story to end
The story of the men
Who defied the advice.
And asked the Question
What is the meaning of life?