and he sent us down so that one day we may return
i was careless once that was something beautiful but now it's a form of cruelty when i broke my first egg i looked at the pieces crying out between my toes with confusion 'it's not my fault if i dont mean it' that's what God says, or was it Kant? or ibrahim or mustafa or freddie mercury? my ignorance paralyzes me. the yolk on my foot has long since dried and blown away--now i realize it's not the egg that holds me. it isn't any one egg or any one child running carelessly across a field. it's a set up and a sick one. |