this life i'm nothin' but a visitor
in which to make my own decisions
be n'it livin' up my obligations
or be it those things to be chasin' for

never have i felt like bein' at home
tho bein' is tryin' to understand
the purpose on earth 'n' what to follow
this conscious into which i have to grow

'tisn't like i do not want to be here
'tis just somethin' inside this atmosphere

'tisn't like i have no patience no more
'tis just that i finally want some shore

so nothin' shall ever be called my own
not until my place to me shall be shown


..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 18/07/1439