Where must I go?
Where can I find the inner calm?
I believe in what I am going to do,
I have faith that one day,
I will be able to know where I go,
I will be able to find inner calm.
Thee seek that peeks upon ye,
Then Old English might define,
I will feed you with such a riddle,
But might ye to me, how so is it?
We feed that thoughts define us,
Then go out and be at ease, oh,
Such is a prayer in the heart,
Such hope, but thee, well.
Might He expresses out of the fantasy,
Then might ye to me, saying like,
What’s going on thy mind?
Welcome Old English to define
What’s matters my soul,
Like matters out of the water
That they shall forever part of the water
I am my own master,
And so do ye of thine life,
Aye, we are our own masters,
But the acknowledge must be knowledge,
For without them, how do you stand up
For thyself in a heaven way?
Only thou know what gifts offer ye of thine goodness.
He went to see her,
Everything is good,
Then she said,
I will feed thee
With lots of promise,
The promise reality,
Oh, the Lord our Holy Creator,
Deliver the promise dreaming,
Aye, such is a riddle,
But might only him think that,
Such is a riddle
He said with his mouth, “How ye not understand me?”
And she said with her hands, “How ye not understand me.”
And they said, “Wait, a minute, we have Patience,”
“In our dictionary, so I bestow ye to go in it,”
“And see all Patience do.”
© Ismael Mansoor