My mind swims a lot of storms,
He is a man who loves our Holy Creator,
Thee cannot tell me, a mind of just,
But how they could not swim,
We are sorry that we cannot just,
Well man, I hear you, a thousand times,
But thee know not that knew me.
My mind swims a lot of storms,
I bear my thoughts who read both sides,
Oh, they said, how could he? Thee think so
But we who support and compassion,
Shall not fail the Grace of our Lord,
Our Miracle Creator, yes, the Holy One,
Oh, forgive me that I said it out of me.
My mind swims a lot of storms,
The rhyme is not with my skills,
But let him sign out of the difference,
My mind is not hearing mind, but a mind,
That is different from all the different minds,
Oh, I know, hey, relax, sorry man, I know,
That everyone doesn’t like to hear or see, hey relax
Or I know, I know, I know, hmm, it is their reaction.
When they are angry, don’t say relax, it’s provoking,
But they or thee or I have provoked in some ways,
So, what can you say? Or what can they say? What can I?
Too much deep, it is, and perhaps, he is too deep,
But she who loves him, go out all just to be with him.
My mind swims a lot of the storms,
Ye knew me from my birth to this day,
And after this day, so on and on,
Go where He goes, follow Him,
But thee tell me, who and what name,
Ye knew me from the beginning,
But they close their awareness.
My mind swims a lot of the storms,
Ye said they, ye think so mighty than my water,
But I can live without the need of living creatures,
But we are lazy because it cries out, I prefer another way,
They don’t want to touch the soils, knowing it would save the world,
But they close their awareness, welcome the ignorance to their world.
Wake up, come on, we are not supposed to be this but one home.
© Ismael Mansoor
