My only hourglass is running out of sand.

For sure, there is nothing within Promised Land.

Stop for a second, and think; what is gone is gone.

Regret that youth never went as it was planned.

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Upon which path did I come into this life?

Nothing easy came up for me in this strife.

I did not ask for this; I must return soon.

I need some courage, an unmerciful knife.

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I am leaving, and my path is too oblique.

A thousand mysteries will make a mystique.

Where is my destination? Who is driving?

When I get there, I know it will be unique.

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Half of this world to me was pain and half loss.

A lot of people I know act as my boss.

I want to fly and dance with swallows at dawn;

Or maybe talk to a man who was on the cross.

1/18/17   Haloo Rubaiyat