I planned a journey,

Not very long.

I thought of the scenery I would see,

I dreamt of how I’d feel to feel free,

It was a dream and finally it was here to see me.

I had planned to do the debauchery of my life,

Every sin must be committed, i thought,

I was traveling but it wasn’t solace i sought,

I didn’t look for it tho that was what i got,

With no urge of mine i fought,

But something saved me from impending rot.

I did not seek the temple of my lord,

I did not seek his divinity.

I did not seek the land of my lord,

I did not seek its serenity.

What i longed for instead was bliss,

A low level bliss meant to know me down and out-

I stepped into his land seeking vulgarity,

But he did not stop me.

His land was full of intoxications-

Liquor and grass, had a general pass.

Yet i saw no influenced individual seek sins like i did.

I had been ordered to visit his home,

To greet his son and fellows,

I was going to do it anyway,

For it was necessary and i had no say.

I thought-

Why not-

I have seen people more intoxicated-

With his chants and songs,

With his told right and wrongs,

So i gave it a shot,

Because why not.

I visited every place with devotion,

With some long lost emotion,

I had felt like an imposter-

Trying to please god,

When i had banished him long ago,

But as tho the soothing winds,

Embodied his hands and told me to let it go.

By the end he had me longing for him,

Tho the situation very grim,

I was happy to have been shaken,

For it returned to me- the taken.

I could pray.