Catcher In The Rye

I aspired to seek the truth, I wandered.
Moving about aimlessly, I could get no tranquility.
Like a stray cloud, with no pathway of my own.
Blown away by winds, I flew across the sky.
Like a deserted boat, forsaken by a dearest.
Like a catcher in the Rye.

In pursuit of the truth, I observed what surrounded me.
I followed, I mimicked and I failed.
I created my own hypothetical world, I got lost.
Utterly confused, I found truth in bewilderment;
the real truth of my own existence.

Exploring through my thoughts, I have a reason.. Reason to wonder,
Reason to to teach, reason to be taught, reason to be mystified,
Not least, reason to explore. I came here to live, and to leave,
Why were I ever born?
Why in this part of the world?
Why not anywhere else? WHY? Sigh.
Is there more to it, answers? Descriptions? Definitions?
—Perhaps, as I perceive, 'a question mark' itself is an answer to it.
Keep discovering, why and what God has predestined for us.
Keep looking into your heart, and salvation lies within your own self.

-Bilal Asad

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