What’s the crux on which you would lay your life
On what lies or half-truths would you devote this soul
Would you burn it all to make light in this dark night
Will the fire of Love in my heart make me whole
It’s pain and burden, breaching the moats of human reason
A redefinition of existence in the aftermath of what you know
Here to stay and possibly to find out what it really means
Will joy, beyond tears and laughter, cast on earth a heavenly glow
A fog leaving you scatterbrained and separated from family
The feeling like you were born and lived just to die today
Blindly muttering under your breath, in the arms of a saviour, finally
Not seeing, not feeling, not thinking, ‘please give it to me Someday’
Devising ruses and despicable stratagems is the folly of the wicked
Blessed to surrender and gain is the reward of the strong
What gifts can we offer to those on the wayside to paradise as we build
Hopefully you don’t reply with trifle about, ‘not before long’.
To whom does the bounty of the earth belong?
What does it mean to imbibe the good fortune of freedom?
Is your story neatly within the limits of orthodoxy today?
Blind words of those preaching death and the singularity of someday?
Little Borrowers 