Questions in people arise right, left and centre
And to satisfy them, I have to tolerate their banter.
But “leave me alone”, I say, as my thoughts scamper
That let me be where I want to be, in my lord’s shelter
Worried when I’m not of my future, helter-kilter
Just let my god decide and I’ll follow him to the alter
But leave not people in peace as in their help, they falter
Want me to be free, yet bind, they make me scamper
Questions I want to ask, “what happiness they found in their shelter”
Then why are they bent on sacrificing me at their unholy alter.
- Dr. Hira