Tearing Down My House

Oh Jalaluddin! You counseled me to "Tear down this house" My House Because I Love you I'm taking your advice Tearing it down Brick by Brick Plank by Plank I'll start from the outside And work my way in People will stop and stare "Another crazy person" they'll observe "He's gone mad" they'll whisper as I break down the walls "He's a fool" they'll note as I bring down the chimney "He's lost" they'll gossip as I break the foundation "Stay away from him" they'll warn as I sit in the rubble "Were they right all along" I'll ask again and again "Did I make a mistake" "Did I burn my life on a whim" "How do I know" "Is it possible to know" It's a lonely place this one In the ruins Tired and hungry Gathering energy to dig With the Pickaxe You gave me at birth Alone Homeless Afraid I Surrender...

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