a lot of lost time...

BISMILLAH

ir-Rahman ir-Rahim

a lot of lost time

How easily I forget.

The mind strays

like dogs do,

 freedom

from a chain
can be intoxicating,

but dogs always come home

for dinner,

don't they?

Feed me 

the food I need.
Forget me
when I beg
for marshmallows
or butter.
Water and bread will do.
.

So far, 

my soul feels lost
because of this obesity.
What a glutton
I am!

So far,

I eat everything

my eyes see,

my ears hear,

my nose smells,

my skin touches,

my tongue tastes.

All this distraction

is illusion.

If the soul sings

for You,

You answer.

How can I remember
to sing?