THE SCRIBE

By chance I partook of life’s greatest lie,

That life was capricious.

That life was all that the mind could behold,

And all that the hands could create.

I spoke to my mother of it,

She told me to pray that I don’t get eaten by the world,

That moment was sold to peace,

And my eyes beheld the lie.

I e’er thought that my life was but a particle of dust,

Everyday I waited for something to happen,

I waited for a sign as I waited for chaos,

But I am ever vexed.

So one day I said to the Lord,

I prayed him show me the light.

I couldn’t believe in the thing that happened next,

For the thousandth time, I write.