Day after day;
Night after night
Dark Knights on wild horses chasing rights;
Privileges already sceptred upon
Desires buried in fragmented pleasures,
We race as one face to face with life’s terrifying phase
Losing the Midas touch of grace
Paranoid about the past, confused about the present, doubtful about the morrow
We groan in sorrows, hide under the guise of living in a happy furrow.
We are pained.
Ashamed to tell a tale of two cities of disappointments,
Ashamed to hear the very truth that heals the heart of lament
We don’t care. Let’s just go ahead.
And there, here, I mean right there…
We halt at the final stop we thought had a concrete existence
We thought we’ve honed possession, we’ve acquired wealth
We’ve lorded a herd of cattle, a tent filled with spoils and goodies
I guess we were wrong.
They were all but void ― a glorified form
All that was done felt undone
All that was finished seemed unfinished
We were stacking up possessions whose baskets were really filled
We ran, yes we did. We raced, oh how we did!
We raced, ran, sped, but on a treadmill
We chased and faced phases but in the end were drained
Drained of the possession we thought we hulled
Drained off the emptiness that fills our self-inflicted void
We stopped racing, paused to think to review, to see
See beyond the limits, mortality.
Everything was nothing without Him
At that moment, in a bitter-sweet tasteful experience
We gave in.
Gave in to our inner strength, the omni-present pre-eminence
The essence of our existence who spun all that there’ll be into reality
The Creator of the multiverses
The Supreme Being who owns the cattle on a thousand hills.
So why worry? What’s with the fear and uncertainty?
Why run as though the earth will never see the sun?
For the cattle on a thousand hills belongs to Him.