Twisting n tearing
the feeble fabric of norms
I weave a desire
for dreamland

Misguided
Like a ship left stranded
on a shore
by the ungrateful waves

Foreseeing a future
the very end
alas but life
just for amusement

A penalty
for all my perfections
being cut for greater things
swept away by imperfections

this unnecessary lament
I may not be lost at all
perchance
everybody else might be

A frail trail
I leave behind
would you be keen to notice?
tread upon my footsteps

I am being guided
to Paradise
by my Lord
and I wish to guide you too

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