How can I blindly believe?
When I’m learning to doubt.
Hard to understand,
Harder to define,
Your symbiotic relationship with time.
Walking this paradoxical path of life,
Trying to sift my way through,
The lingering words from the hanging hierarchy.
With my brittle brain,
And oh so little time.
Caught in a Mexican stand off,
With fear and rationality,
But fear brings me down on my knees,
It makes me crawl,
For I’m afraid of an untimely fall,
You can victoriously scream and shout,
When my reason bleeds and cries,
After a well fought bout.
But tell me,
How can I blindly believe?
When I’m learning to doubt.
Time conspires, time inspires,
Time has it all.
It took me a man on a wheel chair
To teach me how to walk
A divine insight succeeding a numbing shock
It’s redundant looking for keys
When you are losing the grasp on the lock
A foot in, a foot out,
As I’m walking through that door,
A timely start to a long due epoch.
- Nilay S. Shah
