Irrational
Irrationally speaking
I speak irrationally, seeking,
Ease to appease my mind
Patience gradually decreasing.
Weeping.
Not understood
But I, understand
Motives need rationalization,
But rationale was never in Allah’s plan.
My world revolves around confusion
It is the means by which progress is made
The reasonable man lays stagnant
I’m unreasonable, so I’ll lead the way.
I’ve left the compliance of reality
Really I expect none to relate,
Surround by those with there own menu
I will never eat off anyone's esle plate.
I am wrong
Am I wrong
Or just wronged
I shall never make sense to the world
Rationality is an imprisonment
I am the irrational from which progress shall unfurl.
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