Back and Forth
Back and Forth
In and out.
In and out.
In and out
of hope I go.
I trudge and retreat;
praise, then curse these feet;
my will turns to wallow,
I spit out then swallow
every pill, every thrill,
Lord, when will I ever be still?
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down
on dreams I go.
I build and banish;
grasp for then quickly vanish;
know only to forget;
I dry off then am wet
from every wave of doubt,
Lord, is this what its all about?
High and low.
High and low.
High and low
with consciousness I go.
I reach and resign;
despair then feel fine;
one day laugh another cry;
I strive for only to die
a thousand times until,
Lord, I finally become Your Will
– Prabhakar.
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