I was nice and gentle a while ago,
And then played the anger song,
Shrill and blaring, guns blazing,
And I lost sight of who I was,
In these crazy spells of lost and found,
Of being wicked and terribly loud,
Sometimes, when I lose; I lose for good.
The anger song is like a dog’s drool,
Present one moment and the next its poof,
In the after quiet of the song,
There’s a calming sadness at having lost control,
I don’t know who pulls my strings,
They say it is I,
But I was lost long before, wasn’t I?
And then played the anger song,
Shrill and blaring, guns blazing,
And I lost sight of who I was,
In these crazy spells of lost and found,
Of being wicked and terribly loud,
Sometimes, when I lose; I lose for good.
The anger song is like a dog’s drool,
Present one moment and the next its poof,
In the after quiet of the song,
There’s a calming sadness at having lost control,
I don’t know who pulls my strings,
They say it is I,
But I was lost long before, wasn’t I?
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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