The 7 O'Clock bell,
Echoed in my ears.
The usual reluctance,
Made myself hide,
In the warmth of the wool.
I can't stay for long,
It is not the place to be.
A Sunday formality awaits.
The cathedral stands proud,
Magnanimous,the Dutch creativity!
With people of varied profiles,
With prayers and rituals,in order.
I came for peace,
I didn't get,precious!
My eyes were restless,
My mind was somewhere.
I hurried to leave,
To a world,strange,
With options, luring,
With resistance,negligible.
Where is spirituality?
Whom should I blame?
For making materials, my master,
Is it the world or the God?
(Or me?)
I walked further,
I saw people suffer,
I saw people laugh,
I saw the poor and the rich,
Strive to reach heaven,how?
Where is the equity?
Somebody should be reprimanded.
Is it the world or the God?
(Or me?)
The logic fights with the faith,
"Stop lying to myself",I said.
Take my mask,let me reveal myself.
Let me stop convincing the world.
Let the world know who I am,
What have I done so far?
You are the alpha and the omega,
But don't prompt me to trust.
(I won't,I can't)
