WASTED

Ya Abdi, where did you begin to be known

How did you learn to adorn the self throne?

High is the expectation from the king sojourn

Dismayed is the soul behind the gate scorned

Words are created from the depths of the unknown

Blurred is the vision that drops them from the throat

Wasted is the breath to energize the soul

Reflections of the waves have affected your neighbor in the door

Words you picked from papers are lost as those who wrote

Let your heart pick the signals from the source

The guided light sent as the help of the truth

Humbleness requested to be taught by his humility

Don’t make decisions beyond your scope

Invitation to palace was supplied gratis

Behold your manners with your eyes to floor

Empty your vessel their light is ready to load