The Mystic’s Muses

“How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?” – Khalil Gibran

Clueless – A Poem by Arfa Kareem

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I just need a hand,
To guide me through life,
To tell me what is wrong,
And what is right,
I don’t know what to do,
Or where to go,
I don’t know whom to turn to,
Or who to trust,
Everyone confuses me,
I get so bewildered,
They pretend to listen,
They pretend to care,
They have a fraudulent facade,
And inside they just don’t give,
I don’t know who to listen to,
And who to kick out,
I’m going out of my mind because,
I have no clue ’bout my life,
I just need a hand,
To guide me through life,
To tell me what is wrong,
And what is right,
There’s suddenly a change,
I see life in a new light,
Now I know of a place,
Where I can go & get some space,
I’m starting to know,
How their minds work,
I’m starting to get,
The answers that I seek,
I’m starting to know,
What is right and what is wrong,
I got a glimpse of the light,
It’s like I woke up again,
Because now I know just where,
I can get the guiding hand,
I got a glimpse of the light,
It’s like I woke up again,
I’m not saying I know everything now,
But I’m not so clueless anymore,
Because now I know from where,
I can get the guiding hand.
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