Sunday, March 14, 2010


Tomorrow, Inshallah
we should be grateful that tomorrow came at all, 
because it’s not us who make it be. 
But we forget.

Tomorrow, Inshallah 
we’ll play again on the stage. 
A stage we did not make. 
But we forget.

Karma, fate, Inshallah. 
We took their words but left their minds behind
So we can forget.

Privileged to forget, 
haughty amoebas in a drop of water taking over the world. 
Tomorrow they’ll play again. 

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