The imagination’s music.
I can tell you how to live your life,
But I can’t show you to your path,
For I am not your God or your Lord,
I am like you that we strive for the great,
But methinks, we can live the way we want,
If you and I have some strength left,
So, let us eat the bread instead of the meat,
Then I will tell you why bread, not meat,
It is vital to be patient,
Our dear Lord, not you nor me
Imagination’s music is fading.
I can tell you who our Lord is,
I say He, but others might say She,
Or there is a possibility that might say They,
Or whatever call it is, you see
Our Holy Creator is not what we thought so,
How could we think, He or She or They?
What if one day we find out that the words
Confuse us because we pick words for our knowing
But why not think about not knowing
Accept to face the uncertainty, and solve it like money
Riddle tells thee to have money, then spend it like spent
Rubbish, cried my mind, like echo waiting for someone to hear
Strange, such rubbish pops up, then we think
Imagination’s music is stopping.
I can tell you why it is rubbish
When I say, 10 billion dollars will be pocketed in my account,
My brain like, excuse me?
You think the words are easy to say, I will have 10 billion dollars,
My brain like, well, you got to prove it to me, or else your words are rubbish
Your self-belief is full of nonsense! Then wait for someone else to tell you like
I have billions of dollars because I found my way to get those big numbers
And my mind, excuse me?
Work for it to commit then we will see if you are truthful
Who are we? And what will we?
We, brain, heart, many chakras, and many other things.
Hmm, such a strange I know, and such a random thought that change the direction,
But all is well and safe, cheers and peace to you, alight
Wait, wait, can you hear?
The imagination’s music is starting on.
©️ Ismael Mansoor
