Running towards destination I noticed,
That destination has its own legs.
The closer you get, the farther it seems.
Now nowhere to go, nothing to believe.
I am lost in the folds of time.
No footsteps to retrace.
Enchanted I stand.
Before you O Lord.
Guide me to innocence.
Away from this cacophony of silence.
And ahead of the powers that bog me down.
Undo the chains of aimlessness.
Lend me the vigour to pull apart consciousness.
Allow me to take a dip in the pool of innocence.
Dunk my soul in ignorance.
Imbibe in my spirit the art of forgiveness.
Let me dissolve in its water – cares and concerns of this pompous delusion – the urban chaos.
Lead me in to a life where clocks don’t tick.
Where there are no reminders.
Where cause is buried deep in the chasms of oblivion.
Where mankind prospers well within its restraints.
Lead me thus into the shores of my heaven.
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