I
I consulted the priests of Lebanon for my salvation,
Thinking if paying them cowries will make them
Speak to the flourish palm tree growing like cedar
If only that's where my answer lies.
I was told to come back in winter for the trees are withered.
II
I paid homage to the prisoner in Moreh's dunghill,
Thinking they would be like Joseph the dreamer,
Whose answers were revealed to him in dreams,
Rather, i was told to dream on my own,
That one's palm can never decieve it's owner's destiny,
I dreamt, but got lost in my dreamland.
III
I paid tons of coins to the boat man in Havilah,
Just to be in Egypt to see the literals,
They told me to memorise all papyrus and cuneiforms,
For my salvation lies in written words.
I did, but no poetries i could write.
IV
I sailed off to space,
Believing light is the answer,
For in light secrecy is lucid,
Grabbed spotlight, sunlight, starlight even moonlight,
Yet all i got back was dark night.
V
If only i could i would have on my own,
Grace i seek for oh lord to earn your salvation
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