bismillah-ir rahman-ir rahim.
towards the sky i look,
towards the sun i'm blinded.
such virginity, such purity.
wild as it is, beautiful as it is made.
i try, to find such solace.
come now, hear me.
this man needs healing, this man needs help.
for all you know, he cannot walk straight.
the roads are winding, the signs are fading.
"no use i keep trying, no use seeing mine dying.
where's reason, when my heart starts failing.
where's beacon, when my body tramples down in fear.
where are you, when i need you near?"
he walks alone, limping.
knocking down, what he holds for support.
picking up the pieces, he makes a mess still.
nothing ever turns blue, everything is so darn white.
blurry visions.
stirring confusions.
coming decisions.
in riot these fusions.
"walking with two left feet, i make perfect sense.
Of happiness, and darkness mixed together."
amin.
