Back to Square One.

Here I am, once again
I find myself revisiting this spot over and over, like a close friend
Yet I find myself questioning why we became so close
and I come to realize the answer is no different than most
we enjoy each other's vices, with a guilty passion
but each and every time, the ride my mind takes, ends up crashing
like my good old friend, made me sip a little too much
so yeah for a second, I might've enjoyed the rush
but I knew very well this rush was bound to end
so now you have a better picture of why I'm questioning my good old friend
so we part ways, at least for a while
and the differing views of my heart and mind, I attempt to reconcile
but the thing is I already know which one's right
the one who's nature it is, to clear up my sight
...but here comes my friend, with a pitch black pair of shades
destroying every single inch of progress I made
and then my friend pulls out his bottle, that I'm always so inclined to drink
and obviously it restricts the already dying ability I have, to think...
or feel?


Because right now I'm so confused, I can't tell if either of them are real
so I consume and consume
till there's not an inch of room
...left for truth
but here I am once again, driving to the toll booth
but the price I pay is very, very high
so high it brings you to your knees so you can't help but cry
so I try and try
to vomit this drink I can't seem to ever let go
my drink...is evol
relax spell check, I know u think its spelled wrong, but backwards it's love
and my friend is this spot I can't seem to get out of
so here I am once again, telling myself I'm done
so I get on the long, long road
...back to square one


But just my luck, my tour guide is the devil
who makes me fool myself into thinking I direly NEED to be a rebel
so my heart and mind end up tussling and struggling against one another, both asking my soul for help
and my expression may not show it, but I have a war going on within myself
both sides in need of a break
...well I need a break
whichever makes more sense
I have in front of me the drink, but my heart tells me it tastes better to repent
so I give it a try, and guess what? no 4:00 feeling after
just the itching NEED to return to the Master
so I beg and plead some end to this disaster
but I'm well aware there's no end to this fight
so in desperation I ask my Lord to show me the light
I ask for mercy in contrast to wrath
and I hire I new tour guide named Islam to get me back to square one...aka the straight path
and now I find myself consuming this repentance drink, more and more
bringing myself nearer to Allah, without Whom life isn't worth living, with Whom...life is worth dying for.

(C) NAEEM BAIG. PLEASE GIVE CREDIT IF YOU PLAN TO SHARE, iA!