Fretting over issues withered with the past;
I re-discover things faded with time;
Secrets of the past;
Mysteries of the present;
Predictions for the future...
Turbulent emotions follow.
I try to help myself;
And doubts cross my mind;
About everything and everyone.
Scanning everything I have and I can get;
Trying to find a perception, any perception to hold on to.
I drown my being in tears;
Reflecting thinking how and why of so many things;
Much later I comprehend the truth, the real truth.
I can’t help my self nor can anybody else;
If I continue to re-live the past as I always have;
Or to consider the future never to arrive till tomorrow.
My thought moves towards Allah (SWT);
Peace ensues and my so heart construes rest.
Last update : 11-11-2004 12:03
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