Did I invent it, or it invented me?
Was my question as a five year old child
Searching for a place in my universe
Asking if everything stops, when I sleep
Re-birthing again into my consciousness as I awake
My younger brother was he three?
Related to me of our God's existence
Someone who never sleeps and watches
Guiding our way in this earth
Now in some foreign shore in the West
Then a younger brother, was born to our brood
We were out in the streets, my younger brother
Looking after us, is an older one
We were looking at the stars as we pray
Saw a falling star from heaven
This star guided me through songs, essays and paintings
In my quest of my dream from every beginning
Experimenting in schools of some batteries
Relating to it through stage performances
Arousing me to write it in stories
Did I gain patent and royalties from all these?
All I treasure is the revelation of the transfiguration
Donned in the clothes of Jesus,to a glorified body
Round His tent, in a radiating light from Heaven
A dazzling white as snow, providing shelter for four
Moses,Elijah,Peter and God...,
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