It’s been a while
since your beliefs are gone,
since this apathy
made you spend your way
to your last home,
a refugee, now in heaven
now in hell.
Does it make any more sense?
Like musicals, like wars
that you watched projected
on your living room wall
now yellowed by lies,
now that you fell.
It’s for a reason
that the sufis of old
call it a circle.
It can be clear,
the gamut of lives
of emotions, pride
homelessness, wealth,
hunger in the south,
or the succubus of cold
all of this you will see.
And the humility
will finally
set you free.
jam09
