He: Me and You

A myriad hopes and a zillion desires
Few efforts and He's scared to perspire
He thinks the path is chosen
and His steps pre-determined
The slave of His destiny
towards change He's not inclined
He's in an ocean
but He's afraid to navigate
He let's the waves chose His shore
and He'd rather curse His fate
He chooses to follow
doesn't realize that He can lead
He's forgotten that He can conquer
He's somehow learned to plead
and sometimes He wonders
who is He?
He could be You or He could be Me.


(Bless the hukka, bless the talk and blessed be the road on which I walk)