Break out of the Muslim bubble, he said
I’m telling you young blood, shed
the shell of the need to live on your knees
at the hands of people claiming God’s fee
I don’t do it for them, I tell him
Then don’t do it for them, he sets in
It’s not malicious, but the fishes in the pond
don’t get to the ocean til they swim beyond
But what if I just bubble in again
And that bubble doesn’t help my End
What if I get stuck being very good
at things that “matter” more than they should?
What if this bubble is my ticket to being God’s friend?
He said giants don’t feed off the bottom
To lead, you need to leave before you’re forgotten
before you’ve forgotten,
the heart that hardens with the hands is not easily softened,
sincerity is not a path easily trodden
The flourishing comes from the nourishing
And I’m telling you,
a starving heart stops feeding when it’s bleeding,
so I’m encouraging,
you pop the Muslim bubble.
And I still wonder
if he was the best advice I ever got,
or if he was the trouble.
