There was no end in sight
to achieve my dreams that
lie ahead of me, there was no way to
restore my faith in humanity as
my plans were different from my
companions, i was reduced to scrounge
over leftovers of peace, there was no
river that would commit to sail my boat
as my boat rocked the oceans above
the weight of my dreams were not on
my shoulder as I was banned from travelling
ahead of my enemies, there was no mighty
power that could rescue me from the
the battleground of my tears and sweat,
these were surprises I never anticipated at
the last day of judgment all in the hands of God
I was contrite, fearful for the works of God are
barely seen and heard, the fleeing Jews from
tyranny; out of Egypt they never took to rest like
serving was my portion, the rhythm of my life
gained me peace, laughter like a drunken man
out of the depth of his soul pointed towards my destiny
of peace, I resorted to acquire light in my
darkness, to drink while I thirsted and to eat
as I hungered and to stroll as a way of resting,
there was no rush in profiting from forgiveness, preached
to gain followers as a cushioning from suffering.