A Soulful Song

Hold the ground firm, bound by time

Each step, a milestone for the seeker

I stride to the end that’s behind me,

Is it far or is it near?

Or did I move at all?

Listen to the self when the world is dead.

The self sleeps when the world awakes

Within you, both knitted by a frail thread.

A heart, pierced by the wounded folks

A life, neither alive nor dead.

Run away to the promise land

Where the heathen gods you prayed,

Bless and curse, cut and heal by the same hand.

They satiate your hunger

And famish your thoughts before the sands of time.

To break free, I must search

The sun, within my heart’s sky

With all the colours of that bewitching arch

That paints the picture for the world’s eye.

I am the artist and the rest, my canvas.