4 O'clock Observing
by Omer Mahjoub
It’s 4 O’ clock in the morning
I’m contemplating change while I’m yawning
At the same time I’m tired of mourning
There must be more than unexplainable grief and sad rhymes
These sad times help me realize how time flies
And how change is the only constant truth
In this universe in which we reside
The situation is volatile we must open our third eyes
And if we don’t then we shall end up stepping over landmines
Watch it blow up in your face an cut you off Its ludicrous how some aren’t fond of change
While only a few choose to defy the odds
I’m trying to even them but I need a guide
Not a leader nor a prophet I already have those inside
Muhammad is in my heart despite all the slandering
And Allah is my Only master so his verses are the only ones worthy of mastering..
Can you sense the mystical wave of depression that just hit town last week?
I sit back in my dark room, and watch the world from a bird’s eye view
And all I see is the things I should not view
But I guess I have to adapt and become YOU..
A conformist when it comes to such things
What’s the purpose of light when our eyes are blinded by the icing?
It’s 4 O’clock in the morning
I’m contemplating change while I’m yawning..
Take two of these and you will feel better in the morning
Said the depressed shrink..
And then he drew me a vague picture using permanent ink..
If you had the ability to change one thing..what would it be
Asked the man standing in front of me..
I spaced out for a second…….then I replied:
Let me dissect this body of lies that lies in front of me
Before I answer your question…